Oh we are alive and well here! Lots of exciting things going on around here like Savvy turning 4, Ruby turning 5 months, me cleaning out our closets, a swagger wagon finally joining our family, Cade falling in LOVE with reading...but for now we'll just get to the really important news.
My foot.
The doc finally okayed me to wear a medical shoe on my right foot, and a tennis shoe on my left. That means no more snowboarding boots to clunk around in --- and, most importantly, I CAN DRIVE!!
It really is wonderful.
Except now I am in a dilemma. One can imagine the frustration that comes with being at someone else's mercy ALL the time to be able to go anywhere. I tried really hard not to complain at home about...well, always being home. But it got old. You'd think being forced to stay inside my house for 2.5 months my house would be spotless. Au contraire! How sad, too. My happiness began revolving around when I could leave the house. So much so, that, well....... I made a fool of myself.
A really big fool of myself.
About 10 days ago I had an appointment with my favorite hair lady to trim my hair. My girl is really fabulous. So fabulous that she is always booked about 10 days out She's that busy. So, I had an appointment about 10 days ago to see her. The catch is, I was at Kyle's mercy to get me there. Of course as things would go, of all the mornings, Kyle happened to be running late from a meeting and I was questioning even waking ruby up. If he wasn't going to make it home in time, there was no sense in waking Ruby up if she wasn't coming in the car. So I waited unitl Kyle got home to get Ruby ready to go out the door. To make a long story even longer, I ended up arriving at my appointment 15 minutes late. And you know what they told me? They said she was already washing her next client and I had to reschedule.
RESCHEDULE!??!?!
I've waited at that salon for 15 minutes before. HOW COULD SHE BE ON HER NEXT CLIENT?!
My world shattered. Deflated, I told the front desk ladies I needed to use their phone (Kyle was currently using my cell phone because his was broken) and grumbled to Kyle on the phone to come get me. Confused, he agreed and then tried to pry out of me why, but I just hung up, knowing if I opened my mouth, the ugly cry would come out. I then sat down in the waiting chairs and silent tears began to fall. I began feeling very, very sorry for myself that my one hour of freedom and the gift of my hair looking good for just one day, being free of responsibilities and diaper changes and staring at the walls of my house was gone. Once I got in the car I began loudly sobbing, letting the ugly cry take over. Savvy asked what was wrong and in broken breaths and snorts I choked out, "Because I wanted to get my hair cut but I couldn't." And bless that girl's heart, she totally understood and didn't find me the least bit ridiculous for being upset about not getting my way. It was very heartwarming. And then I realized the only reason she could be so empathetic was because I was behaving like a 3 year-old.
Logically, it didn't make any sense to respond so emotionally to something that was my fault and not theirs. I didn't WANT to respond that way. But after 2 months of being a shut-in and not being able to really ever get away from the house, it really was the straw that broke this camel's back.
To make the story even better, my little sister happened to pop over shortly after we returned home and she totally caught me doing the ugly cry. Over not getting a hair cut. This is the sister who has bunions herself who probably won't ever have bunion surgery now that she has seen first hand what the recovery can do to one's mental state.
Two days post the salon drama I was able to drive. Yet here we are over a week later and my hair is still in dire need of a makeover and have I even made an appointment yet? Nope. I am having a hard time deciding if a. I can wait another 10 days from the day I decide to make my appointment b. if I can even show my face in the salon again. So I can go with option C. which is to make an appointment elsewhere where there is no wait and take my chances on getting a good cut.
C is sounding very good right about now. Unlike me, my hair is resilient. It'll grow back.
8 comments:
Haha, oh Chell. Like you said it wasn't because you couldn't have your hair done that necessarily made you upset...it's because you've been trapped inside for so long and it was finally getting to you. And that is a very reasonable thing to get upset about. You're too hard on yourself!
A swagger wagon?? Wahoo!
Hooray for being able to drive again and for getting out of the house.
Let me know if you want the name of "my" stylist. :)
So fun to see you last week!! If you decided to swagger yourself to Minne, I wouldn't mind. xoxo
I wasn't late.
I'm giggling at Kyle's comment...
We've all been there. We've all felt overly emotional about something little because it's a representation of something bigger.
Now that you can drive, you'll feel normal again soon and a hair cut will just be a hair cut.
I will admit, though, that I sent Addie to preschool sick last week because I was in such dire need of color, I was willing to do anything for it!
i almost started crying today over something that wasn't my anyone elses fault either. i want a baby. lot's of 'em. and i just found out about an hour ago that my sister in law who just had a baby (the first of all six sister in laws to have a baby) about a year ago...is pregnant AGAIN. and it was totally my turn. nothing that was her fault or mine...just me being immature and wanting to cry. also because i found out via blog instead of in person or even in a text :( you aren't alone.
Yeah, you know that thick skin I told you that I was getting in this stepfamily and dealing with my hubby's ex? Well, I found out how thin it is this week and cried a whole ton! Some of the things were quite small, too, but that woman is MEAN!
Anyway, your story reminded me of that. I love you. I'm glad you can drive, and I want to see a picture of your swagger wagon!
So, I have a really bad habit of making hair appointments and then cancelling them (Usually because other things take precedent over the 2.5+ hrs. it takes to sit in that chair... Why do highlights have to take so long??) Anyway, I had my hair done the month after Logan was born and I think it was the first time in ages I hadn't re-scheduled on them. I definitely enjoyed the time off my feet, just relaxing, so here's hoping you can get your's done soon! :)
Also, loved the updates on your cute kiddos! So fun.
I understand. I was having one of those days last week. Tanner broke my new watch that I got for Christmas and I burst into tears. When Justin saw me after work he thought something serious had happened. When I explained that I had been crying over a broken watch he thought it was a little ridiculous! It was just the straw that broke the camels back!! Good luck with your hair. . .I agree, a good hair cut makes a big difference!
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