I brought pictures
Today was hair cut day today. Not for the husband or the kids. But me.
I timed the cut for when The Peanut would be sleeping and bribed The Kiddo to watch her to make sure she stayed quiet (and asleep) with ice cream. And off we went. Well, after I bundled everyone up, buckled them into the car, and drove off in a furry of anxiousness. Believe it or not, I've never braved a hair cut with the kids in tow. Usually I bribe the husband to watch them so I can get my much needed down time. But with a wedding this weekend--timing was critical. So I braved it alone.
The kids were fine. Awesome really. The Peanut slept through the entire experience, leaving The Kiddo playing his Gameboy and happy (he got a post-Halloween sucker upon entrance to the salon). My hair on the other hand, not so much. The cut itself (as in quality)? Fine. The length? Too short. Not that I mind short hair. If I didn't have the wedding in 2 days, I'd be completely content with short locks for 4 weeks until it grows out a bit. But with a wedding. And family. And wanting to look good a whole 2 months after baby is born? I feel completely ridiculous.
What I don't get is why it happened. Seriously. I had a completely respectable picture with me--since this has happened before when I only verbally describe my vision. This time, to play it safe, I brought the picture, asked if it made sense. If she had questions, etc. And then she started snipping. Tentative at first and then I swear, she made one wrong cut (too short) and it all went to hell.
Sigh.
At least I can still do the bedhead choppy look (my old fave). Only this time I was hoping for a bit longer bang, a bit longer back, and then I could do round-brushing and look a bit sophisticated. Not to mention attempt to distract from my 3 layers of post-baby double-chins. But hey, I was likely asking too much from the local walk-in hair salon.
I timed the cut for when The Peanut would be sleeping and bribed The Kiddo to watch her to make sure she stayed quiet (and asleep) with ice cream. And off we went. Well, after I bundled everyone up, buckled them into the car, and drove off in a furry of anxiousness. Believe it or not, I've never braved a hair cut with the kids in tow. Usually I bribe the husband to watch them so I can get my much needed down time. But with a wedding this weekend--timing was critical. So I braved it alone.
The kids were fine. Awesome really. The Peanut slept through the entire experience, leaving The Kiddo playing his Gameboy and happy (he got a post-Halloween sucker upon entrance to the salon). My hair on the other hand, not so much. The cut itself (as in quality)? Fine. The length? Too short. Not that I mind short hair. If I didn't have the wedding in 2 days, I'd be completely content with short locks for 4 weeks until it grows out a bit. But with a wedding. And family. And wanting to look good a whole 2 months after baby is born? I feel completely ridiculous.
What I don't get is why it happened. Seriously. I had a completely respectable picture with me--since this has happened before when I only verbally describe my vision. This time, to play it safe, I brought the picture, asked if it made sense. If she had questions, etc. And then she started snipping. Tentative at first and then I swear, she made one wrong cut (too short) and it all went to hell.
Sigh.
At least I can still do the bedhead choppy look (my old fave). Only this time I was hoping for a bit longer bang, a bit longer back, and then I could do round-brushing and look a bit sophisticated. Not to mention attempt to distract from my 3 layers of post-baby double-chins. But hey, I was likely asking too much from the local walk-in hair salon.
