I stopped to get my hair done on the way home from work Wednesday. It’s needed tending to for a while but we’ve been busy and I hate paying Ottawa prices. When I started to think about the trouble Karin would give me if I turned up in Toronto with my hair in that state, I decided I’d best take action. Big sisters aren’t afraid to tell it like it is, you know. I splurged, as I like to do, on a carrot cake and tea from Starbucks to have while I waited for the colour to set. Add to that the head massage one gets during the colouring and washing and it was a relaxing evening. Still when I got home and Reid said to me, “I missed you,” I could honestly tell her that I missed her, too. I enjoy having “me” time, don’t get me wrong, but I wouldn’t want to give up my Reid-cuddles.
I am thinking of getting my hair done after work – just a blowdry, my standard, weekly blowdry – but I too will totally miss my boy. I love rushing out of the office at 4 p.m. sharp and going home to him, but I also need to do my hair… ahh.. the dilemma!
Oh a weekly blowdry, that sounds wonderful. I love it when someone else brushes my hair. I bet you have that much more to give when you allow yourself this time. But when we work, we keenly feel the time we’re away from our little ones.