I've read about them, witnessed them but until yesterday... I have never experienced it first-hand. Until yesterday. You see, I have a really good baby. I know what you're thinking. Everyone thinks they have a good baby. But I really do. I get told that ALL the time. We are one of the lucky few who gets to go out to restaurants often and never have to worry about Cruze getting fussy, whiny, etc. He's just really chill. So I do everything with him. Shopping, cleanings at the dentist office, haircuts... Until YESTERDAY.
You see, I've been in desperate need of a haircut. I'm trying to grow it out for my brothers wedding in May but the shape has been making me feel like I'm 20 years older than I am and not cute AT ALL. So I made an appointment and like always, brought the little with me. I mean, what else would I do with him? My stroller has been a lifesaver for our family. When he's in that thing, he sits quietly and plays with whatever toy he has. This can last for a few hours - no lie. Ohhhh but not yesterday. The hairdresser was not a friend of mine, I've never been to her before. She happens to be a friend of a friend of a friend.... So I don't know her. Just liked her work and viola. There I was. First impression Eliza.
Anyhoo, I walk in and wait an extra ten minutes or so while she finishes someone up. Cruze is his usual self. Playing with his toy and book. Laughing as he turns the pages and so very well behaved. When she finally calls me over to her chair and we get settled in our spots, it all starts. It was as if a switch turned on in my little "angel". He starts yelling. YELLING. The salon was quiet and full of older women who clearly liked it that way - QUIET. Enter Cruze. I was mortified. I thought it would end but it didn't. It just got worst. AND LOUDER. And more angry? It sure sounded that way. I would have her hold on so I could hand him a toy only to watch him THROW it with force across the floor just 5 seconds later. He would stop for a second or two only to restart with more energy. More kicking, more yelling, more throwing. It was too late for me to just leave. I had to stick it out as best as I could.
I kept apologizing, I'm pretty sure I was sweating from the humiliation and annoyance we were causing. I left in such a hurry, she didn't even get to finish styling me and I didn't know what it looked like until I got home. And I'm kinda ashamed to admit, I left in tears. It was one of the most stressful situations I've been in with Cruze. I should probably toughen up because with his terrible twos creaping closer and closer, I think we might have something coming for us.
"Jokes on you!" baby
|he's giving me evil eyes! I should have known to run out the door the second I saw this!|
|"get that bottle OUT OF MY FACE!"|
And in case you're wondering... other than my bangs being shorter, my hair looks NO DIFFERENT than it did before. Figures....