Where is my hair?

I haven't had my hair professionally cut since I was pregnant. M cut it for me after Boo was born, just to get it off my face. So I decided it was time to get the mom cut. I asked for it to my shoulders. But she kept cutting and cutting. And now it's to my ears. M is traumatized. I am adjusting. I have gotten a few compliments on it, and Boo can't grab it as easily. Still -- it's my hair. I feel like a boy. This is why I hate the hairdresser.