The message arrives at noon. A picture, at first unclear, is quickly framed with a short text message.
“The baby slept for three hours. Got some cleaning done.”
I scroll up and click the image to view it fullscreen. Is that mold growing in a cup? No. I zoom in. Is that hair? Yes, that is my hair. But why? How?
I think for a moment. There is only one reason my hair is inside the white plastic toothbrush holder that reads ‘Brush Your Teeth’.
I smile. This is the price you pay when cutting your own hair above a bathroom sink.