Angry speeches and other crazy moments
Funny how some days you wake up and you just have a feeling it’s gonna be a fabulous day. Then you leave the house to meet people who seem hell-bent on ruining your day. Yip! Today is one of those days.
I’m not an angry person by nature and yes you do actually get those people hanging around our world. Angry with their life and everything that lives and breathes. However, I occasionally have a day like today when my pulse races, my heart feels it will burst and the teeth and toe clenching go into override. You’re probably thinking something awful has happened but no not really.
I don’t commit myself to anything unless I know I can fulfil my promise no matter how small. My mother has always said your word should be your honour and yes I expect the same kind of thinking from people who I make appointments to see whether personal or professional. You’ve been warned!
After making an appointment for a non-essential service I was livid to find the company had overbooked clients. Somehow I feel that they have this idea because you book a non-essential service you’ve got to be bored. I have one response for this I call it being unprofessional. So when I found myself sitting for half an hour without an explanation I seriously started to look like a blowfish. To further compound my simmering anger I felt my girls were not really welcomed. That to me is totally unacceptable. Nobody speaks to my girls like they’re a nuisance they are just children – my children.
I got to the point where I couldn’t hold my tongue a minute longer and gave an Oscar-winning speech. Then I started laughing on the inside when I got a scripted response. You know it if you’ve complained about customer services. They attempt to be calm but the attitude is tangible. “We really are sorry that you’re unhappy with our service, we are doing everything to get to you”. Which means complain all you want nothing is going to happen until we say so. Of course sorry is not to be confused with we’re wrong to treat you this way.
Needless to say I won’t be putting my big foot back here anytime soon but not before I let them know! So to all the beauty therapists, hairdressers and teeth whitening services please up your game because contrary to popular belief stay at home mothers don’t have all the time in the world.
Crowning glory and chemical warfare
It’s been said that a woman’s hair is her crowning glory. I beg to differ in the strongest way as far as my threads are concerned. I’m fed up with getting up each morning to see my untidy hive staring back at me like the byproduct of an invasion of angry bees. I tried to draw my husband into my hair debate for the umpteenth time but soon enough I realised it was a losing battle.
It was just over a year ago now that I was considering going natural and abandoning my chemical lifestyle. That didn’t happen and after applying that poison to my hair once again I vowed I wouldn’t bother to consider the options again.
Well for some strange reason I’ve found myself at that crossroad of a hairy situation seriously considering returning to my roots. Though I fear what they may be like because it’s been nearly a lifetime ago that I altered my natural hair. My husband in true husband style reassures me that I’ll be beautiful no matter what I decide. I’m afraid his sweet talk will remain just that. This is the kind of decision only I can make. I’ve been having a series of conversations in my head and I’m now trying to figure out how much of my concern boils down to plain old vanity.
There are so many amazing products on the market and I can’t help but feel the need to use them. I’m just annoyed with myself for giving this so much thought but it isn’t exactly something which would go unnoticed. I know I’m not alone in this I just wish I didn’t care!
Sugar and spice and all things lice
My girls have been on their half term break and I took them for a long overdue haircut. Funny how the same event can have two very different results. One is extremely happy with the outcome and the other is blaming me for the drastic change. My response is that it will all grow back…eventually!
Just before the close of term I received a letter from the school informing me that a child in my daughters class has been found to have lice. Now I don’t know what it is about reading or hearing about lice that gives you the urge to just scratch your now itchy head. Personally I don’t understand what the purpose of the letter is because I found myself looking at the class photo and trying to figure out who it could possibly be. That is just wrong on so many levels.
I read the letter to both my daughters and went through every inch of their heads. The problem with lice they are opportunistic unwanted guests. There is no sure way to prevent them because it seems they are no respecter of persons. So whether you’re clean, dirty, rich or poor those dirty little parasites and their large stubborn families will not stop from making a home in your head!
So yes there you have it I’m off to do one last check before they head on back to school. Here’s hoping for a parasite free six weeks.
Happy scratching!
Out with the old…in with the new
So today I walked into a hair salon and my instruction was simple. I needed my hair cut really short and I also needed to have no regrets in the morning. Obviously the morning hasn’t arrived as yet but for some unknown reason I am already filled with regret and dread. Now anybody who really knows me knows that I love to cut corners when it comes to my morning prep. Right now the options are all but gone. I’ll now be required to set aside hair styling time and that does not suit my clock chasing lifestyle!
The long and short of my story is that radical change does not come without its discomforts. On the other hand in a strange way I look forward to embracing my new adventure. Hair raising I’d say!
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