Sometimes they’re easyBy
Well, today really turned out to be a pleasant surprise. I had made an appointment to get my hair colored and cut at 10:00 this morning. And I was taking Chloe with me. Now, I knew that Chloe would be OK with waiting through just a hair cut. She’s pretty darn good. But I wasn’t so sure how a three year old would do waiting for over two hours in a small salon.
Now, the place that I get my hair cut is right next to the restaurant (Downey’s House, just in case you’re new here). The salon is called Hot Heads, and Jessica, the owner, is fantastic. And Chloe has been there a couple of times before. So, I go prepared. Portable DVD player with some Scooby Doo movies? Check. New ‘Hello Kitty’ doll house that the kids still have an interest in? Check. A lunch that Chloe packed for herself? Check. I have to say, she did fantastic. She danced, she chatted, she ate pudding. It didn’t hurt that I’ve been explaining the whole ‘Naughty and Nice’ thing to her. She double checked tonight before bed to see if she’s still on the nice list. She is.
BTW, I love, love, love my new hair. Short in the back, longer in the front (I like to call it the anti-mullet). The color is great. Or maybe I should say colors. My previous color was brown with some bright orange highlights, and a large chunk of orange in the front. The new color is all that plus some blonde streaks. Very punky. I like it. Just enough (ok, maybe more than enough) to make me stand out in the sea of suburban moms that live in my little plan of homes. Blending in is so boring.
And have I mentioned that I’ve been sucked into the Facebook vortex lately? I’ve chatted with people I went to grade school with, went to high school with, and people who I worked with at TGI Fridays in the airport. Crazy. As I speed even closer to 40 years old, I look back and realize that I really have learned something from every single person that I’ve met. Which is probably why I’m so twisted now (just kidding!)