Let's talk about hair appointments and how they have evolved since having a baby. Pre baby, they were one of the most pampered experiences. After a long day at the office, I would walk in and be pampered for an hour and a half, walking out feeling relaxed and rejuvenated with a great, blow dried head of freshly colored and cut, blonde hair.
Fast forward to my first (desperately needed) hair appointment post baby. My Mom was coming down so I thought I would treat myself to a couple of hours of pampering. Kennedy was almost two months old and my hair was about a month overdue for some serious work. My Mom was supposed to meet me at my appointment and grab her but traffic happened and I ended up with a sleeping baby for the entire two hours. I was a little stressed since we all know that the other ladies at my Georgetown salon wouldn't appreciate a crying baby but, we walked out unharmed and Kennedy was a champ.
Fast forward three months and I was desperately in need of another hair appointment but with no family in town, I decided to brave a salon closer to home. So, I walked my (almost) five month old to the salon where she fell asleep and slept the entire time my hair was being highlighted. Of course, all good things have to come to an end so, she did wake up while I was waiting for my highlight to come up but I nursed her and she was relatively happy. Luckily the lady next to me was a genuine saint and during my wash, she offered/insisted on holding her so minus a rushed hair cut, the hair appointment was as much of a success as one can get one a four and a half month old.
Fast forward three more months and again, I'm long overdue but since I now have an almost eight month old I decided to try for a weekend appointment sans baby. The appointment was at 3pm on a Sunday and I had a training ending at 3pm but I thought I could make it there on time. I'm parking the car at 3:10 and the salon calls me to reschedule since I am late. Ugh, sigh. They reschedule me for Wednesday at 12:15pm, okay fine, we can do this. Wednesday rolls around and I make sure Kennedy and I are on our way to make this appointment on time. We get to the door RIGHT on time and I remember there's a flight of stairs to get to the salon. I pick Kennedy up ready to wear her and walk up the stairs when I realize she is SOAKING wet. Like the stroller has a puddle in the seat. I curse my cloth diapers and walk up the stairs to the receptionist. Frazzled I tell her that my stroller needs to come up, I need to change my baby and I'm here... on time. I'm pretty sure she probably thought about canceling me right there and then but, lucky for me, she didn't and instead went to grab my stroller. I go to change Kennedy in the bathroom and realize it's going to have to be a floor change and that it's my last diaper. We get through the change and head out to the waiting room where Kennedy and I hang until we are called. We get called and the hair stylist does not look pleased when he's asking me about what I want done and I have Kennedy on my lap. We brush through how I want highlights that blend in and he goes to mix my color. At this point I know I have to keep Kennedy quiet so I put her in the (wet) stroller (only then do I realize it was her sippy cup that caused the puddle) and give her some toys hoping they will occupy her... and they do, for my "highlights" atleast. Towards the end of my color, Kennedy starts getting fussy so I take her out of the stroller and we hang. She manages to keep it together during my wash but after that she is done with a capital D. As I try to get her to keep it together, my hair stylist is clearly getting antsy to get this over with so, a saint of a shampooist comes over and offers to hold Kennedy. By some miracle, she manages to keep Kennedy quiet while the hair stylist quickly (and I mean quickly) cuts my hair. By the time he's done and asks if I want it blown dry, I am just ready to get out of there so I politely decline. I leave the hair stylist looking like a wet dog and only when I get outside in the rain do I realize I have brown hair. Sigh. Oh, how times have changed...
Fast forward to my first (desperately needed) hair appointment post baby. My Mom was coming down so I thought I would treat myself to a couple of hours of pampering. Kennedy was almost two months old and my hair was about a month overdue for some serious work. My Mom was supposed to meet me at my appointment and grab her but traffic happened and I ended up with a sleeping baby for the entire two hours. I was a little stressed since we all know that the other ladies at my Georgetown salon wouldn't appreciate a crying baby but, we walked out unharmed and Kennedy was a champ.
Fast forward three months and I was desperately in need of another hair appointment but with no family in town, I decided to brave a salon closer to home. So, I walked my (almost) five month old to the salon where she fell asleep and slept the entire time my hair was being highlighted. Of course, all good things have to come to an end so, she did wake up while I was waiting for my highlight to come up but I nursed her and she was relatively happy. Luckily the lady next to me was a genuine saint and during my wash, she offered/insisted on holding her so minus a rushed hair cut, the hair appointment was as much of a success as one can get one a four and a half month old.
Fast forward three more months and again, I'm long overdue but since I now have an almost eight month old I decided to try for a weekend appointment sans baby. The appointment was at 3pm on a Sunday and I had a training ending at 3pm but I thought I could make it there on time. I'm parking the car at 3:10 and the salon calls me to reschedule since I am late. Ugh, sigh. They reschedule me for Wednesday at 12:15pm, okay fine, we can do this. Wednesday rolls around and I make sure Kennedy and I are on our way to make this appointment on time. We get to the door RIGHT on time and I remember there's a flight of stairs to get to the salon. I pick Kennedy up ready to wear her and walk up the stairs when I realize she is SOAKING wet. Like the stroller has a puddle in the seat. I curse my cloth diapers and walk up the stairs to the receptionist. Frazzled I tell her that my stroller needs to come up, I need to change my baby and I'm here... on time. I'm pretty sure she probably thought about canceling me right there and then but, lucky for me, she didn't and instead went to grab my stroller. I go to change Kennedy in the bathroom and realize it's going to have to be a floor change and that it's my last diaper. We get through the change and head out to the waiting room where Kennedy and I hang until we are called. We get called and the hair stylist does not look pleased when he's asking me about what I want done and I have Kennedy on my lap. We brush through how I want highlights that blend in and he goes to mix my color. At this point I know I have to keep Kennedy quiet so I put her in the (wet) stroller (only then do I realize it was her sippy cup that caused the puddle) and give her some toys hoping they will occupy her... and they do, for my "highlights" atleast. Towards the end of my color, Kennedy starts getting fussy so I take her out of the stroller and we hang. She manages to keep it together during my wash but after that she is done with a capital D. As I try to get her to keep it together, my hair stylist is clearly getting antsy to get this over with so, a saint of a shampooist comes over and offers to hold Kennedy. By some miracle, she manages to keep Kennedy quiet while the hair stylist quickly (and I mean quickly) cuts my hair. By the time he's done and asks if I want it blown dry, I am just ready to get out of there so I politely decline. I leave the hair stylist looking like a wet dog and only when I get outside in the rain do I realize I have brown hair. Sigh. Oh, how times have changed...
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