Anyway, what leads me here after a furlough of . . . . well, a furlough . . . are some thoughts I had while a-LONE at the salon. If not enlightening perhaps you may find them amusing.
Ah. This was my moment. Foils in my hair, fumes in the air, diet coke in my hand and the stylist says, "help yourself to the magazines." "Oh, I will thought." I must have two years of various subscriptions at home that get more attention from a milk glass than me. And oh the variety. And while alone in my chair am I going to peruse "Good Housekeeping?" I think not! Keeping house was furthest from my mind. "Parenting?" you might ask? Heaven forbid. I left the little critters in the physical let it be also in my mind. No. Let's take a look at what they are wearing in Hollywood. Maybe there will be a cute style I can keep my eye out for. You know, while I'm taking care of myself. Maybe a fun article on anything that has to do with nothing. That would be relaxing. hmmm. Nothing interesting. A lot about nothing, but nothing did not keep my interest long. How long have these foils been in? I felt bored. Lots of outrageous hair-styles that only the Bride of Frankenstein would wear. And outfits that would turn heads for sure, but that would never regain full mobility afterward. I gave in. I dug for those magazines with the recipes and tips on organization. I smiled at the cute little girl on the parenting magazine and just wanted to knit her a scarf to match her cute little sweater.
It was funny. I had a whole 25 minute drive to the salon. Expectation filled the air I breathed. I just knew it was going to be the best two or more hours of my week. I was going to enjoy being with me. The real me - alone with my own thoughts and interests for the first time since . . . . . well, for a long time. And you know what? I guess in my hurry, I left the real me at home. Apparently she doesn't need as much alone time as she thought. Sleep? Yes. But you don't get that at the salon. Apparently the real me likes "Good Housekeeping." In fact, I think looking at nothing and doing nothing for longer than say a forty-minute foil could possibly be too much.
I did enjoy my morning out. And I'll need a morning out again. I know I will. But I really like my kids. And I really like my husband working at home in the office. I like my crafts and hobbies and baking and just being in my home and around my little family. (I don't care a lot for cooking and cleaning. I'm not crazy). But I do like being me. I like getting a little older and wiser. (I said A LITTLE). And what is more, apparently I don't mind not being twenty anymore. I don't even mind not being twenty something. I actually kind of like being thirty -------- you thought you had me, didn't you? :)
