It ain't easy being blonde.
Just like everything else, it's taking more effort every year. I went from popping in a few face framing highlights during the winter in my late teens and early twenties, to needing full highlights every 3 months. Since having E, the texture of my hair has changed as well. It's growing in with a slight wave now. SIL warned me this happened to her. But just like going up half a shoe size after pregnancy, I brushed it off as another thing that certainly wouldn't happen to me.
I always have to coordinate my salon trips around M's schedule. So after this latest boys weekend, it was my turn for a treat. I spent the evening getting a cut, color, mani, and pedi.
I'm probably the only customer that warns the pedicurist not to make my feet too smooth. It took a lot of work to make my feet this ugly. Make them too pretty, and I'll end up with blisters again on my next run.
It felt good to get a little TLC. I've been feeling so raggedy lately. I remember when mani's and pedi's were a weekly thing. Oh sweet memories. Having the time for that seems so distant now.
Of course I came home to a disaster. Sink full of bottles, toys everywhere, M asking me what's for dinner. Um, the food I left for you in the refrigerator with instructions on how to reheat. Anywhoooo, seeing E smiling up at her daddy helped defuse the situation. How could I get mad at him when he was on the floor playing with his little girl?
He redeemed himself later by helping me with the chores after E went to bed. And he told me he liked the thing I did with my hair.
He means well. I gotta love him :)