Like many mothers, I often yearn for some well-deserved “me” time. I used to fantasize about even the simplest moments of solitude, like using the bathroom in peace. However, after years of having my little shadow accompany me everywhere, I’m starting to wonder if I still want to go solo for those moments. I mean, having my own personal assistant on the porcelain throne has its perks: “Darling, could you please pass the toilet paper? And while you’re at it, grab me the magazine?” But let’s face it, there’s one sacred place where I crave solitude—the hair salon.
Here’s why I want to embrace my inner Cinderella for a day and let my stylist work her magic without any interruptions. I long for that luxurious scalp massage during a shampoo that feels like it’s straight out of a romantic novel, one without the distraction of a toddler’s ice-cold rinse running down my back. I want to enjoy that overdue color and cut in peace, without having a mini cowgirl on my lap, waving her arms like she’s at a rodeo and accidentally ruining my blowout.
I want to vibe with the upbeat music blaring in the background while I dance subtly under my salon cape, feeling like I’m at a club instead of listening to the incessant “D-D-D-D-Dora” coming from my phone. Right now, all I want is for Dora to say, “Adios amigos! Time for you to go without your mama.”
I want to admire my trendy ombre and chic haircut without a little one perched on my lap, vying for attention. I want to sip glass after glass of complimentary wine, easing the guilt of spending two hundred bucks at a high-end salon and fibbing to my partner about our dwindling finances. I definitely don’t need a pint-sized dictator snatching my drink and declaring, “Mommy can only have one glass of appy juice!”
I crave an afternoon of pampering where I don’t need to apologize for any strange noises or silly words coming from a little one imitating me. I want my tiny tot to go home—without me. Text Daddy, call an Uber, do something! I absolutely love you, my little sweet pea, but I need this time with my stylist. Trust me, she’s a pro at making me feel fabulous without the drama of my daily life.
My stylist doesn’t call me names or criticize me; instead, she transforms my hair from drab to fab, making me feel years younger without a single needle of Botox. She gives my mom-bun a glamorous makeover, allowing me to feel free and confident. And let’s be honest—she’s like my rent-a-bestie. Unlike my toddler friends, she gets my humor, compliments my looks, and reassures me that I’m a fantastic mom.
Plus, she listens to all my venting about the chaos of motherhood without ever rolling her eyes. What a champ! She’ll hear all about how my little one should’ve stayed home today while I indulge in this much-needed escape.
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In summary, a trip to the hair salon is not just about getting a new look; it’s about reclaiming a little piece of myself, enjoying some pampering, and relishing in the joy of solitude—even if just for a little while.
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