“A Bad Hair Day”
So, I tortured myself Thurs. night. While poor hubs was tortured by “having to go” out to dinner with someone he loves from work… followed by bar hopping “for work” working, I CHOSE to take the 4 kids to Sports Clips to get their haircuts… at 6:45 pm. Nope, they hadn’t eaten dinner yet (WHAT was I thinking?). The began the journey.
While the youngest is freaking out in the barber chair, the hairdresser gave me the cliche — and ever so annoying — look me up and down, she snidely comments, “Oh, so you MUST stay at home with them (insert-sarcasm-that-I’m-still-trying-to-figure-out-here)”. Was I in the mood to give my schpeel about my career? Nope. But, there was just SOMETHING about the way she said it that I had to burst out the dissertation.
Oh, then, on my way out, another lady says, ”So, wow, 4 kids. That leaves you little time to yourself?” She chases that with the inquiry as to how I find “time out”. She asked if I turn to Calgone (swear) and take a bubble bath.
1st of all – Calgone? Hello, 1981? When is the last time you saw a flippin’ Ad for that?
Her Calgone comment causes a reflex that makes me SPIT out what I just sipped from my “to go” paper coffee cup. I said, “Umm… No. I drink”. She gives me a high five (how gay) and says, “OMG, I love you. You go girl! You are too funny! You’re awesome!” I scratch my head.
I end with, “… and when I get home I’m totally pouring myself a reward!” (with cheesy-pretending-I’m-shooting-her-with-a-gun-with-my-pointer-finger-and-thump expression). Little did she know what was in the paper coffee cup from which I almost spit in her face.
I follow this trip with the most calm, quiet, and awe-inspiring “quick run” into Super Target to p/u some dinner for the kids.
Use your imagination as to how THAT trip went. Hungry kids. 8 pm until 8:30 pm. Four of them. 1st trip to Target in about 9 months – the excitement was outta control (I avoid that store at ALL costs, literally, esp. w/the kids). Scraps of hair in their eyes from their haircuts; aggravated necks from same said scraps of hair. All feeding off of each other’ sanity, or lack thereof. What a decadent evening it was.