Choices
I just got back from the salon. It was my first trip there since early January. I color my hair, so three months is far too long. I honestly had at least two inches of roots showing. Not a great look. Think Madonna without the freakishly toned body. Between work and Oscar, though, coloring my hair simply is no longer a priority. It used to be the case that I would get my hair done every five weeks. Now, it’s more like 14 weeks if I’m lucky. And I’m usually not lucky.
Case in point – today. I get to the salon, get the process started at 1:00 only to find out midway that I have a conference call scheduled for 4:00. In addition to getting my roots done, my objective for the afternoon was to get my hair trimmed (my bangs are at that stage where they hit exactly below my eyes, which drives me insane) and get to the pharmacy to pick up my much needed drugs. Since my mental health seemed more important at the time, I chose to forgo the haircut in the hopes that I could get to the pharmacy. No such luck, my friends, somehow it took three hours for my hair to be colored and for me to drive the half hour to my office. Insane. Now my hair is half-done and I still need to get to the pharmacy.
I think I used to take this ability to get things done for granted. As if I was always going to be well-groomed (or well enough at least) and have my basic needs met. What was I thinking? I’ve written before about the luxuries in life that I’m doing without, but I’m thinking this goes beyond not having a pedicure for eight months. Walking around the office with Madonna hair is not exactly confidence-inspiring. For those of you who manage to keep it together, even if it’s just barely, how do you do it? Do you drag your kids to these appointments and while you do your errands?

Hi,
I just had to comment. I came across your blog because we are in the process of adopting from Nepal. This is so funny. I had to leave my hair appointment today too. Luckily, I did get it colored and cut, but ran out before having it blown dry. My sons, 12 and 9, were at my younger son’s soccer practice. It is the first time I left them at a practice alone. I decide my oldest is old enough to keep track of the youngest and he has a phone. But of course 20 minutes into my appointment I call, just to check up. He doesn’t answer. I call over and over-no answer. I consider leaving with foil on my hair, but think really they have to be OK. Finally I run out after the cut. On my way there he calls me. “Sorry, Mom, my phone was on silent.” So there you go. I manage, just barely, and mine are 12 and 9. Here’s to many bad hair years!
HA! That sound you hear?! That is me falling out of my chair LAUGHING at the idea of taking my kids to a hair…or any other type appointment. Would love it if that worked but it SO wouldn’t. My hair just got highlighted for the first time in 6 months because I was traumatized after seeing a photograph of myself. Nothing gets done around here. Particularly nothing involving my personal upkeep. Sad but true.
Hey Michelle,
I just have to tell you I haven’t had a hair cut since Thanksgiving week and I’ve been trimming my own bangs if you can image. I feel your pain.
One tip I have started is having my medications and my little one’s asthma meds shipped through the mail order pharmacy benefit with my insurance. I can’t tell what that has saved. I don’t have to go the pharmacy nor do I even have to remember to request the refill they just show up right on time in my mail box and best part it is even cheaper for me. Tomorrow will be going to vet with a 4 yr old and a very unhappy dog I might just pull out my hair then I won’t need a hair cut LOL. But just like you I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Michelle W
I know buy an eight dollar box of hair color at the store. My mom or a neighbor watches Aiden when I get my hair cut. Errands? I usually end up dragging Aiden and I have to time it just perfectly. Haven’t had to leave a cart full of groceries yet but came close last weekend….