Oh my goodness, let me tell you! For me, it's just been "one of those days" everyday of the week for the last few weeks. I've been feeling frazzled, overwhelmed, emotional and downright grouchy. On top of that MJ has been extra clingy. I believe there is some part of my baby that knows he's about to not be the baby anymore.
I have to admit that while I do enjoy my baby semi-reverting back to baby mode, I did appreciate the independence he'd begun to exhibit before we were expecting. So what's MJ up to? He wants to hold hands walking around the house and if we're not holding hands he expects me to be able to get chores done while he holds tight to my leg. If I'm sitting, he must be sitting directly up under my arm or on my lap.
I do understand how he be must be feeling and I've been completely open to giving him the attention that he needs. However, while catering to his and my husbands needs, I realized two weeks ago that I'd--once again--been completely neglecting my own. I was in desperate need of a haircut, I wanted my hair straightened and let's not even talk about the horrid condition of my poor neglected feet.
One evening in particular just as MJ fell into a tantrum over not getting a bag of chips as he'd asked (I don't give in to those...I just leave the room to show him that's not going to get him want he wants. We will further discuss my parenting tactics in a later post), Chief called saying he was on his way home from work. Instead of the usually chipper, "Ok my [insert some ultra lovey-dovey nickname here], see you in a few!" I immediately went into it:
"Listen, I don't know what you have planned next saturday, but whatever it is, I'm telling you now, you'll be taking Manny with you. I'm making some appointments and I'm out of here on Saturday morning."
"Oh...Kay. Whatever you need, baby."
"Thanks. See you in a bit."
The following saturday, with hair and mani/pedi appointments made, I arose at 8:00am and was out of the house by 9:00am. Honey, when I tell you I came back home feeling like a new woman! I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders all from a little pampering and me time. A fresh haircut, straightened hair just a-swingin' with my feet and hands feeling like velvet with toes and nails painted a royal, deep purple.
Sometimes when you feel like there's no time for yourself, you have to not only make the time but take the time. If I hadn't spoken up about what I needed, I would have continued to be run all the way down to the ground without any recourse.
So...that's my story. Now let's change the tone here and talk about the hair:
Taking my natural hair from curly to straight is a relativly easy process. My fine hair takes very well to heat and my stylist never has to fire the flat iron up too high. After only two passes, my hair is literally bone straight.
I'm definitely not one of those naturals that will run for the hills when heat and color are involved. Hair is an accessory and though my main concern is ensuring it's health, I also like to be able to jazz things up and keep it interesting. I'm still so completely in love with my shaved sides and I simply cannot WAIT to add a little more color this summer. As you can see, the color I'd gotten last June has grown out significantly and I'm ready for something new. This isn't how my hair was originally styled the day I got it done because I don't have the magic that my stylist does but this is how I've been rockin' it. Love!
What do you think?