You’ve probably heard that saying “the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry”. Well moms are definitely in that group, too! Even when trying to plan the perfect Mommy Time-Out, as I did last week.
I wanted to color and cut my hair, a treat I haven’t given myself in over a year. Of course, I’ve colored my hair in the last year, but it’s always been out of a box, much more in my budget than going to a professional. However, this time I was going to treat myself! And wouldn’t you know it but fate dealt me a favor. I received an email from Groupon for a 65% saving on a cut and color from a stylist not far from my home. I called her and told her I had box color in my hair, black at that, which is apparently (I didn’t know this) the worst box color the pros have to deal with. She assured me I would be in and out in an hour and a half. Now, even in my limited experience, that seemed short so I asked her if she was sure she could do it in 90 minutes. She said she knew exactly what she was going to do for me, and because she wants to build her clientele, she will make sure I leave happy. So I went for it.
When I arrived at the salon, there was one woman under the dryer and another in the chair. Okay, no biggie, except the one in the chair was crying. Not for the hairdo, but apparently her cousin had been calling her asking where she was at and to hurry and get home. The other woman, as I talked to her, seemed pretty relaxed, but said she had already been there for over two hours. She wasn’t concerned, though, because she said she had until 4 pm or so. It was 3 p.m.
Flash forward to THREE AND A HALF HOURS LATER, I am still in the chair getting the color rinsed out of my hair. Still no cut. And the woman who had been there for over two hours? She had just left! She was there for more than five hours! And I was clearly headed that way. It all started to become clear to me why the woman when I first arrived was in tears and why her cousin was telling her to get home. Now I know what you are thinking. It’s the same question my husband asked me when he called me at hour three: Why didn’t we bail long before this? Well, it’s kind of hard when you have a hair full of peroxide and tin foil and then color.
As soon as she rinsed the color from me I told her I had to go. It was well past dinnertime and my kids were going to bed in a little over an hour. The hairdresser vacillated between apologizing, making excuses and blaming x, y, and z for it. I told her I had to come back the next day for the cut but only had an hour. She asked if I was really coming back, and I told her I paid for it already so yes, I will be back.
Now, the only good thing that came from this whole train wreck I called my Mommy Time-Out was that the hairdresser was (thank goodness!!) very talented. I loved the color and the next day, after the cut, I liked that, too. Will I go back? Hell no! My MTOs are way too precious to me.
My point of this story is that not every Mommy Time-Out will be as wonderful as you planned or imagined. Things will happen that downright ruin it, but you can’t let that discourage you from scheduling another one. Better yet, give yourself a second MTO to make up for the one that ended up adding to your stress instead of removing it.
Sometimes taking a Mommy Time-Out is as easy as gliding down a hill in a wagon, and other times it’s like pushing a boulder up a hill. What’s important is to keep making a habit of having a weekly (or more) Mommy Time-Out so that you can return to your family more relaxed, patient and centered, with maybe even a decent hairdo to boot!