I need a haircut. Really, really need a haircut. The otherday I actually felt the wind blowing my hair around and that is something I don't think I've felt since I got the first haircut of my life since 2nd grade. And that would be, I believe, 1995.
Back in the babyfree days getting a haircut worked really well. The salon I go to is on the South Side, just a 54C ride away. I'd hop the bus at my doorstep, get off at the Salon's doorstep and, if I had to wait for the bus, I'd look around Slacker or indulge in my private pleasure of Burger King French Fries.
But now I've got a baby, plus its winter. Yesterday, walking downhill with the stroller from the busstop after work, I actually had to walk in the street due to the icy sidewalks. At one point, I did a little skid on some black ice and I had to actually turn the stroller in the direction of the skid and run into the curb. Luckily the kid slept thru it but I was completely freaked out.
My friend Kirsten is a great gal on all levels and, when I called to see if she could watch Donny while I got my haircut, she said sure. The plan was for her to come over, me to put the base to the car seat in her car, me go get my haircut, the two of them go to Dee's or something, and then we all go out to lunch.
Except the carseat base wouldn't work in her car.
I waited until she left to have a little temper tantrum--I have this professional happy hour on Monday and was hoping the haircut would save me from looking like a crazy lady--but then I settled into the day. The kid needed a bath anyhow so we did that. He now has enough hair that I have to comb it after I wash it and it makes him look so very wholesome and prepschool
I got my latest issue of Allure in the mail and that was of great interest to Donny, tho the whole Kate Beckinsdale thing is just beyond me. She needs a steak. We took a little nap on the big bed, I moved him to his bed and then did some chores.
Now the sun is out and it might be alright to go outside but I'm not convinced.
Is it spring yet?