Taking Matters into My Own Hands

With a baby, it’s so hard keeping up with everything.  Hanging out with friends has taken a back seat.  But, who would have thought that I would have less time to do the most simple things.  Taking a shower, working out, painting my nails are just some of the things that have become a major task.  I had planned to get my hair done this weekend, but ended up over sleeping.  So, there was no way I could make the trip out to Brooklyn without ruining my entire weekend plans.  Some people ask why go all the way out to Brooklyn?  The truth is that I’ve had my hair done by the same lady since I was twelve years old and I refuse to go elsewhere.  I know it’s a long trip, that’s why I wake up at the crack of dawn and I’m usually back home by 10 AM.  The earlier I get to Brooklyn, means the ealrier I get back home to spend time with my family.  However, Instead of waking up at seven, I woke up at nine which meant that I would be in the salon most of the afternoon.

There’s something about waiting to get my hair done in the salon that freaks me out.  I can’t describe it.  I feel like I’m gonna have an anxiety attack waiting for my hair to dry.  When I go, I try to leave as quickly as possible.  I even bring my own rollers and leave with my hair wet, just so I won’t have to sit under the dryer.  Anyway, it’s been over two months and I was dying for a touch up.  Since I missed my appoinment, I decided to do the craziest thing…  apply my own relaxer!  I went to the store and bought a perm kit.  Rather than go all out with the strong stuff, I got the kiddie perm.  It’s mild and doesn’t burn.

My hubby tought I was insane for attempting this, but desperate times call for desperate measures.  The last thing he said before taking Princess out for a walk, “I hope you have all your hair by the time we  get back.”  They clearly had a good time while I was home praying my hair wouldn’t fall out.

I followed the instructions, applied the perm to my roots, rinsed, washed, and roller set my hair.  I can tell my hair was in bad shape because it had been falling out.  It was so hard at the roots that the comb literally broke, while I was combing through my mane.

Once I was finished, I sat under that dryer on and off throughout the evening.  It took about an hour and a half in total.  When I took the rollers out, I examined the finished product.  I wasn’t expecting salon quality results, but I was hoping for an improvement.  I didn’t do a horrible job, but it wasn’t great either.  My hair pretty much feels the same.  Don’t get me wrong I’m happy to be nappy, but not at the price of losing my hair. For those of you who aren’t familiar with relaxers, it’s important to get a touch up every six to eight weeks.   If you don’t, then the already permed ends will fall out because the root is a completely different texture.  If it were up to me, I’d go all natural.  But my hair would be so hard to manage.

This may be the first and last time I take matters into my own hands.  I’ll soon be back at the salon at the crack of dawn for my touch up.

Weather Anchor Mama