Add to my total and utter shame of my house; for me getting my hair done is more than just a cut and colour making me look neat and tidy... It is a 3hr+ holiday! I am away from my darling husband and beautiful children, my house, my job, any responsibility at all. People bring me drinks, massage my head (Oooooh... I could drift off to sleep while some one washed my hair for me), and talk about random girly stuff. I get to read my book without "Mum mum mum muuuuum muuuuum MUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!" A hair appointment in a salon once every 8-9 weeks is pretty much the only REAL break I ever get. So as much as I love my hairdresser of the last few years.... I need a salon! (Sorry D, really do love you!)
It's taken a while, but I think I have found someone who does my hair right! Daft thing is I have been going to this salon for years for the kids hair. They have a cheaper deal on Mon-Fri for gents and kids cuts and one lady there is the only one in town who was able to cut Tom's hair as a toddler without him having a total melt down! So from that point on, that's where the kids went (unless Daddy took to them with the clippers).
I go back to work in just a few weeks - May 5th - and I am slowly getting myself back into work mode. I haven't done much with my hair in over a year now, just the odd trim and a box of home colour before Christmas. My streak of silver (ok, gray) was showing and I had about 3 inches of roots showing either side of my parting. Let's not start on the split ends. I looked tired, worn out, frumpy. This is NOT the look I want when I go back to work in my new HR role (oh yeah, I met with my Boss yesterday and I am going to be HR when I go back to work instead of Credit Control - and answer directly to him! Eep!)
Over 3 hours of pampered bliss in the salon...
I think my new lady, S, did a brilliant job! (Get me with my new designer specs too)
When I got home the Hubby exclaimed that I looked "20 years younger" although I hopefully don't look 15... I think that means he likes it. The kids seem to like it too, Tom didn't recognise me at first when I went to fetch him from school! I thought Freddie would cry - it took him 3 days to get used to me wearing my new glasses as I ditched my old ones when I started Mat Leave and only just started to wear my new ones a few weeks ago - but he likes it too. I can see him looking and thinking about it being different, but he didn't scream so I'll take that as a thumbs up.
Just need to buy some new clothes now. That's a job for Monday!
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