I work from home. As with most job situations, it comes with both goods and not-so-goods. The goods include — but are not limited to — being home and completely available for my kids, being able to eat cold Chinese food from the container standing over my kitchen counter, and not having to get dressed. The not-so-goods include — but are not limited to — being home and completely available for my kids, being gross and eating cold leftovers instead of a proper lunch, and not getting dressed.
They were a great change, they were fun, but now you are over them, but you keep going for trims (or—gasp!—you are trimming them yourself) because the thought of growing out your bangs seems daunting and intimidating. (See also: annoying.)
