I have been dying to get my hair colored at the salon lately. The last time I had it done was nearly a year ago (highlights) and it’s definitely grown out/disappeared by now. My hair is naturally a dirty blond but pregnancy hormones add in all sorts of other odd shades. If it was just dirty blond, I could deal with that. But add in a mix of reddish bits and ugly mousy browns and I can’t stand it. It’s just odd and dull.
I have super thick hair too. You think your hair is thick? Think again. My hair takes 45 minutes to blow dry. And that’s after letting it air-dry for a good few hours. It takes 1.5-2 hours to blow dry straight out of the shower. When I was a kid, I used to always complain to my mom about how thick my hair was. She would say “Oh your hair isn’t that thick. Mine is thick too. It’s no big deal.” And then one day, she saw how fat my pony tail was and she said “Ohhh your hair is thick!” Um, yes, it is.
Up until recently, I saw my stylist (yes see, I am a little cultured – my stylist) regularly and he would thin my hair every 6-8 weeks. The problem with that is I really like my hair longer and continually thinning my hair makes it do queer things when I try to put it up. So last fall, along with being pregnant and ill, and then trying to save money, I quit going to the salon so often and let my hair just grow. In fact, I haven’t been to the salon since last fall. So now my hair has grown out, super thick and all. But I actually really like it. Aside from it taking longer to blow dry, it’s much easier to handle when it’s one layer versus a bunch of layers with a good bit thinned. And it’s healthier.
Now see if I was a really good blogger, I would be adding pictures. But I’m not that good, nor do I have any desire to take a good picture of my icky hair right now. So unfortunately, you’ll have to make do without pictures.
Now that it’s spring and I am going to have a baby in less than 3 months, I’ve decided it’s time to get my hair cut (trimmed) & colored. I’m not sure if I want highlights, which seem to fade rather quickly or if I want to get more of an all over blonde color done. I called the salon today with the hopes of scheduling a hair cut for me and the kids in mid-April and then a color for me a week or two later. I thought I had planned enough time to account for how popular my stylist is, but apparently not enough! It’s hard to get into see him! I ended up with mid-week appointments for the kids & me at the end of April and a 2nd week of May, Thursday morning color for me! I had hoped to get a Saturday appointment for my color because I can’t drag the kids to the salon for a whole 1-2 hours – I need Nate to watch them. But there were no openings until the end of May! And that is cutting it a little too close – I’ll be 37 weeks pregnant then! So I asked about a couple Fridays in May when I know Nate has off. Nope, nothing then either. So I had to pick a Thursday morning. And now I’m just going to cross my fingers that Nate can take that morning off work and watch the kids or I’ll be stuck bringing the little monkeys with me. But either way, I am going to get my hair done so I’m happy that’s on the calendar. =)
Spring has officially sprung here, surprising given that we normally don’t really see spring until April here. The snow is all melted from my front yard and the back is mostly melted! And even better – some of my crocuses are popping up in the front yard.
Of course, our whole yard – front and back, gardens and all – need a desperate raking. Poor Nathan came to me confused earlier – “Mom, is it spring or fall? Cause there’s a lot of leaves on the ground!”
I assured him that it was indeed spring, the leaves were just from last fall when Daddy had not got around to raking them. I know Nate had raked some of them, but he never had a chance to do a final rake. And I was pregnant and dealing with morning sickness so I wasn’t exactly helpful either. I would love to get out and garden right now, but I just can’t. It is getting way too hard to bend over like that. And picturing my across the street neighbors laughing at my sorry butt trying to clean up the dead plants from my front garden just isn’t that appealing to me. So the gardens and yard will have to wait until Nate gets a chance.
Here’s to hoping & praying he can actually get some stuff done this weekend without unexpected car issues and numerous other things getting in the way!
‘Cause I think I might just put mine up for sale. Even though she is feeling better and her nose is finally starting to dry up today, Emily is SO stinking cranky! She hangs on me all day long and if I push her away after telling her numerous times “No, Mommy cannot pick you up and carry you all day, let go of me before we both fall!” she cries “OW!” and then falls into an offended crying fit. If you look at her the wrong way, she is offended and comes whining to me. And don’t get me started on her and her stickers!
We – and by that I mean she – had a MAJOR temper tantrum today after I took her stash of stickers away. To back up a bit: I pulled out my sticker box so the kids could decorate their toy bins. Nathan was nicely putting his selected stickers on his bin and Emily was collecting her preferred princess and hello kitty and strawberry shortcake and pooh and did I mention princess? stickers. After she had a good amount, I told her she needed to put some on her bin. Nope she announced she wanted “to hold them!” (what she always says when she wants something, I have no idea where she figured out the particular wording.) I told her that she had to put them on her bin or I was going to put them back in my sticker box. I have learned a lesson about letting her wander the house with stickers – she sticks them on clothes, toys, the walls, my dishwasher (I still have a SHEET of pink heart stickers on my dishwasher that I have yet to pry off. Which she did exactly 15 minutes after I scrubbed the outside of my dishwasher to a shine. *sigh*) – everywhere. So no more random stickers for Miss Emily to “hold.”
I told her again that she had to put them on her bin or I would take them. Again she insisted she “hold them.” So I took them away. And major meltdown ensued. Crying, screaming at the top of her lungs, kicking her feet. I have never seen her so enraged. I promptly put her in time out where she continued to scream for a good 10 minutes. (Normally her time-outs are 1-2 minutes but when she is throwing a fit, I make her stay in time out until she calms down.) That was fun to deal with. (Yes that’s sarcasm.)
And now I need to end this as the kids are fighting again…
(I started this over an hour ago – yep, that’s how many interruptions I get while doing a blog post during the day…)