The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

More hair, wig less


Yeah, so, I’ve only got four chemo treatments left. Let’s dance!

If watching Kyle Chandler dancing is wrong, I don't want to be right.

If watching Kyle Chandler dance is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

I’ve been wearing my wigs less and less. I don’t quite have a full head of hair yet, but I’ve got a decent amount of coverage. It’s all white and brown.

Front and back. #chemosucks

Front and back. #chemosucks

I think the novelty of the wigs have worn off. On a day-to-day basis, I’m kinda over it. I don’t wear a wig when picking up and dropping off Calvin at school anymore. I certainly don’t wear a wig to yoga. When I go to the store, I just wear a hat. Everybody is looking at their phones anyway. They are not looking at me. And if they do look at me, what are they going to do? Yell at me? ”

Them: “Hey lady! You’re bald.”

Me: “Yep. Thanks for noticing.”

In San Francisco, a bald lady at no thang.

I did wear a wig on Sunday when we attended Calvin’s friend Albert’s 3rd birthday party at the Peek-A-Boo Factory. I wore my red-red wig, because it’s a party and I thought maybe the kids would like it. Two little girls came up to me and said, “That’s not real,” pointing at my hair. Bitches. I knocked them down and ran off. Don’t worry. Everything is padded at the Peek-A-Boo Factory. They’re fine … I think.


Why should kids get to have all the fun?

By the way, have you been to the Peek-A-Boo Factory? There’s one in San Francisco. They are all over the place with names such as The Jungle, The Playhouse, etc. There’s a large, padded play structure and a slide with a million kids running around screaming. If you’d been to one, you’d remember.


I thought we would walk in to this place with Calvin, and he would immediately demand we leave. Instead, he ditched us. He ran into that play area as soon as we walked in, and didn’t come out for like three hours. When we got home he took a four-hour nap. You guys, it’s only $10 for an all-day pass.


Of course, it’s a massive germ factory. When we got home I had to take a Silkwood shower for fear that I would catch something, especially since I actually went into the play structure for a while. You know kids are just wiping their snot (or worse) all over everything in there. I was in there for maybe 10 minutes, looking for Calvin’s hat. I came out all sweaty with my wig all askew. I was a hot mess.

Calvin LOVED that place, though. If it had food and booze we’d probably never leave.


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

4 thoughts on “More hair, wig less

  1. Your hair looks super cute. I love it!

  2. You look just fine without a wig. I gotta say though, that Princess Leia wig…Yowza! 🙂

  3. Haha! You should have replied to the bitches ‘Yeah well, you know what else ain’t real? Santa clause!’ bah ha ha
    I am glad that you knocked those bitches down! You look great 🙂

  4. Pingback: Hair goals | The Sonia Show

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