So I was really grumpy this weekend. I mean...REALLY grumpy. Nasty as a matter of fact. Ever have a day when you know you're being a complete nut job and you can't seem to stop it? Yup, that was me.
By Sunday afternoon, I had completely lost it and announced to the family, "I'm leaving and I don't know if I'm coming back!!!"
Driving down the street, crying hysterically, I realized I had absolutely nowhere to go and that just made me cry even harder. I ended up wandering a few stores, buying nothing but a stapler for Noah's homemade comic books and new ear buds to replace the ones our mutt chewed up.
Then it was time to drown my sorrows with something naughty and realized that no chocolate (lent) meant it made that much harder to go eat crap. After finally finding some other junk to eat, I decided to do something drastic. All of the cheap hair places were closed and I ended up at a salon in the mall. After hearing the cost of a haircut, I made the appointment but then walked away, nowhere near able to justify spending that much on a haircut. And then of course, started crying AGAIN since I couldn't get my hair cut (Believe it or not, this wasn't even hormonal...just me being p'd off). So after about ten more minutes of wandering, I decided that I was going to do it.
It is definitely a different feeling getting one's hair done at a salon versus the Cheap Cut places. Laying down for a hair shampoo and head massage was very soothing. Then came time for the cut. Rather than the two second, "What are we doing?" she actually took the time to ask questions about how I do my hair, how much time do I have in the morning, etc. and came up with a plan of attack. Then, she proceeded to spend almost an hour carefully cutting. As she was cutting, I could feel myself starting to relax a little more and by the time it was done, I was feeling somewhat normal again.
I knew it was finally time to return to the lion's den. However, in the process I realized my phone was gone and I had to spend another half hour wandering the mall retracing my steps to find it. Typical me, I'm afraid. This search also included slicing my finger on a bathroom fixture (blood everywhere) but since I was able to kind of fluff it off rather than start crying again, I KNEW it was time to go home.
Walking in the door, I found the three of them playing Wii together and Noah ran up to me to apologize (yes, he did do something that set me into my final rage) and then took one look at me...
"Mom, have you ever done that to your hair before?"
"No, Noah, I haven't"
"Wow, you look like Rapunzel in Tangled after she chopped her hair off!"
Thanks, Noah. I guess I might as well return to Cheap Cuts next time.
Have a good Monday.