hair today gone tomorrow

Yesterday was the day! The salon called to say they were doing a workshop and needed a hair model and I was happy to oblige. My pathetic, do-it-yourself hair cut has been replaced by a much lighter, long-layered _style_. It's not anything cutting edge, but that's ok. Maybe next time.

The cut could be a bit shorter, but it was free and it was cut by the owner of a really hot salon so I'm not complaining, believe me. In fact I find myself quite happy to be rid of the [lack of] style which previously graced these locks. Now to fix the highlights, and we'll be in business.

So the problem we had yesterday was that my poor little guy was apparently horrified when the sun went down and his boobs were gone. (yes, I mean _my_ breasts) We had two options: Bring him and let dad hang out with him in another room of the salon or Just hang out at home. Duane decided to watch Zee at home during my hair cut. It's safe to say we've learned our lesson and next time, he'll either be coming with me or I won't be getting any more hair cuts for quite a while.

Duane explained that there was little problem for most of the 2 1/2 hours I was gone but once the sun started to go down, my son just lost it. He took the bottle but while he was eating and especially after, he was quite the unhappy child. On my return home, I could hear him screaming 3 flights up, from the street.

Now, this is not to say that I was without separation anxiety of my own, but my main concern was and is Zee's reaction. It's not likely that I will be leaving him again for quite a while. He doesn't want it... I don't want it... so that's that.

Anyone who thinks I'm spoiling him can just bite me.