The Richard of Oz.

Oh … my.

Yesterday, I got a much-needed, much-deserved, probably-overdue break from being a mommy. I got to be a normal girl again, just for a few hours. It was divine.

My (super fun, super cute, super generous — love her!) aunt and I went to Richard Joseph Salon yesterday and It. Was. Awesome. 

This particular salon is in a shoo-shoo part of town … where the other half lives … and consistently gets hailed as the best salon in Birmingham. And rightly so. I haven’t gotten VIP treatment from anyone in a very long time. There was food and drink. They carried my purse for me. I got a complimentary hand massage. They even cleaned my wedding rings for me while I got shampooed.

I mean REALLY.

Richard himself cut my hair. He reminds me of The Wizard of Oz. I think it was his perfectly coiffed appearance. Or maybe it was the flourish with which he cut my hair. At the end, he cut the last snip and kind of threw the pieces into the air like confetti. I was fascinated. I also found myself wondering if I should adapt the confetti throw. Surely, I can work it into my normal life. I shall look into that.

I returned to my children feeling much more equipped to deal with their foolishness. I also made up my mind that I have no choice but to get creative and utilize all of the resources available to me, because I AM DYING HERE. I have researched MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers). I need a support group.

My grandmother lives nearby and offered to watch TWO so I can do things like go to the grocery store without taking both of them with me. I did that on Friday and I don’t ever plan to put myself through that ridiculousness again, if I can help it. No amount of milk or eggs is worth feeling like I’m having a nervous breakdown.

Not that anyone involved except my aunt will read this, but I’d like to extend a big thank you to everyone who helped me relax yesterday. Especially the hand massage lady. 

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