Anyone else suffer from The Fear? All my life, having a haircut has made me nervous. The fear that your entire look is in someone else’s scissor-happy hands.. that makes me sweat.
So today, I faced the old fear, and entered Cuts4U, armed with my phone full of Google-searched pixie cuts.. My adversary was a lovely 67 year old hairdresser, who blew stiff coffee fumes over me as she recounted the day’s previous 20 customers and assured me that 50 years of hairdressing hadn’t dampened her enthusiasm.
It still happened.
I showed her an image of what I wanted to look like, and after 20 minutes I walked out with some kind of weird undercut, locks hairsprayed within an inch of their life (and a ‘do which my hubby kindly mentioned looks like a bit of a bowl 🙄)
So I did the usual: I gushed some big ‘Thank you!’s, I paid my dollars and I rushed off to the mall ladies loo to try and rescue my look.
I’m in there in front of the mirror, pulling my hair and patting it around with water to try and recreate the google-pixie-image that I had in my head, when who should walk past the mirror to the loo? Edward Scissorhands herself. It may be my imagination but as she recognized me, she did look slightly remorseful as she chuckled and locked herself in a cubicle 😆
There’s always next time. It will grow 🤣
In other news… we did it! We moved house! And OMG, never again 🙈
It may be because I’m of a certain age, and my patience now wears thin faster, but dear lord, everything annoyed me. Everything took ages, and everything was hard work. I was happy to go to work again on Monday morning 🤣
On the Sunday morning, I kinda thought I’d got away with being totally on top of the 6-person-washing pile as the washing baskets were empty! However Sunday night spewed forth a huge binliner full of mucky washing which I found in a random corner.. and yes it did include the school uniforms for Monday, damn it 🙈
One day in filthy clothes didn’t kill ’em 😉
By the Tuesday, 3 days after we moved in, I still wasnt in a very good routine of getting kids up, fed, dressed, and out the door by 8am for school. Tuesday, by the way, is also bin collection day, and because I’m not organized enough to have ordered any wheelie bins, mark put a huge bin bag of rubbish out on the curb, ready for collection.. bless him.
So its Tuesday, 8.05am and I’m still fighting with Sid to get his clothes on. I’m also trying to persuade Tom to hurry up with shoveling his cereal down his throat, while attempting to get my mascara on.
I finally get everyone in the car, and I reverse out the garage at 100 miles an hour because we’re so blinking late.
I hear a crunch and a squeeshing noise, and as I check the car mirror while driving off.. I see our entire bin bag squished all over the road, tea bags and orange peel mashed across the drive. Good grief 🙈
I think the kids decision to keep completely quiet, was absolutely for the best, while I crawled on my hands and knees to scrape all the rubbish into another bin bag. School drop off has never been so peaceful, no one dared to speak 🤣
But we’re in, and we love it. We also have a heap of cardboard boxes which never go to waste 😂
The boys are close enough to cycle to school.. I still check that they’ve arrived, but it’s a weird feeling, letting them go ❤
On that note… today is a milestone. Fred went to a birthday party, and he did it ON HIS OWN. Not a big deal for most, but for him, it’s huge! He went with friends and did an Escape Room.. and loved it 😊
I’m so proud of him!
Next stop… school camp? Fingers crossed. I want him to know that he can do anything.. I want him to gain confidence and know that he has the ability to do whatever he wants.
Autism, you can be a pain in the bum, but seeing my child conquer your mountains makes me burst with pride 💙👊