I never thought I would say this, but I can't wait until Monday. I just want to put this horrible, yucky, no-good weekend behind me. My hair (that for the first time in my life, I LOVED) was effectively destroyed in just under 2.5 hours by some hairstylist that was either too ignorant, or too greedy to just say, "I can't do what you want." Seriously. That's all she had to say. I would have happily walked out the door, picked up my kid, gone home, and begun a search for another hairstylist. To add insult to injury...she charged me $225 for this nastiness. I have NEVER...I repeat NEVER...paid that much for anything to be done to my hair.
My hair was this nice, dark, dark brown with BRIGHT red chunks in it. LOVED it. And, although, I have never "loved" my hair until this point, I have never walked out of a salon in tears. Never. When I told the stylist what I wanted, she said, "Well, we don't have that exact color, but I can get it REALLY close." Yeah, not so much honey. Orangish-burgundyish, so-dark-you can't-tell-the-difference-from-the-rest-of-my-hair-unless-in-bright-sunlight = NOT THE SAME THING. Not even close. Ugh. Not to mention that my hair is so damn short that I can't get it in a ponytail...also NOT WHAT I ASKED FOR. And, my bangs are so short, it's ridiculous looking. I can deal with the length; it will grow back. Color...not so easily fixed. Especially when you're hair is as fine as mine. If I had the money (which I totally don't), I would have gone immediately to another salon to have it put back the way it was. But, not only do I not thave the money, my hair is too fine to take all of that processing. I'm counting the days until Dec 1st, when I can go somewhere that can actually DO WHAT I ASKED. So, that's 6 weeks of hair hell. I'm seeing lots of hats in my future.
So, I'm welcoming tips from anyone that accidentally used a shampoo that faded their color really fast. While, for most that isn't desirable, I NEED it. Anyone, anyone??? If I can get this gross red to fade out, I can pump it back up to semi-what-I-want with my trusty Manic Panic.
And, let's not forget the fact that my mother had to watch Hazel while I was at the salon, and it seemed to have put a MAJOR cramp in her style. And, I won't be allowed to forget that. That "alone" time...SO NOT WORTH IT. I would give it all back, and spend every waking minute alone with both of my kids until Bryan comes home, if I could just have my hair back, and side-step the guilt-trip train. I would even give it all back, and take to dealing with my son who has taken to screaming NON-STOP for no apparent reason for the last 3 days. At this rate, I won't have any hair left to worry about...I'm gonna' pull it all out! I need a good, strong margarita, and a toast to the rest of this deployment going by in the blink of an eye. I had reached a calm within myself, lately, about Bryan being gone. "Just deal with it. It will all be over soon." But, I just broke down yesterday. It's days like that that I miss him the most. Days when I feel like I'm being ridiculous, and don't have anyone to talk to. And, I know I'm being ridiculous because anyone I TRIED to talk to, made it BLATANTLY clear. Bryan will always listen, and always make me feel better. I miss him.
Well, if you've made it this far, sorry for the long rambling. Hopefully blogging this off my chest will make me feel a little bit better. Sometimes, a little bit of that left-over PPD just kicks in. I'm off to dig through my hat collection, and take Hazel to a play date. Bring it on, Monday. I am so ready. Happy Sunday all!