By Diane Ako
There is too much to do. I'm always in a rush. I remember when I was last bored. I think I was in my mid-20s.
I know I'm getting old because now when I have down time I consider it a gift to be able to zone out, instead of boring to have nothing to do.
When I go to the hair salon for a cut, I want to be in and out, zip zip zip. I don't even let the assistant massage my scalp because I want to save the minute and get on with the show.
My stylist, Ryan, told me in so many words that I'm weird. He didn't say it that way.
He agreed that I am the only female client who thinks like this, and that "All my other clients love it. They consider it Me Time." Then he flipped his long hair back over his shoulder to emphasize the point.
I am totally OK with being weird in this regard. For Me Time, I want to be able to be on my back with my eyes closed, or in my garden pruning my herbs.
When I went home, Claus and Olivia noticed my hair cut. "Aww! Mommy! You went without me!" she cried. She has been to Ryan a few times. She likes him because he is pretty and he shares his makeup with her.
For the last year- I will admit to you- I have discovered a pair of shears and a hearty dose of self-empowerment. It has been inconvenient to arrange Olivia's schedule to see Ryan, and for a while, there was Supercuts.
Then I got lazy and ultra-pragmatic, and realized that if I was saving 90 minutes by not seeing Ryan, I could also save 45 minutes by not driving to the Supercuts down the street. A trim to maintain split-ends at our house takes five minutes. Bonus: free.
"Did you put your head in the tub?" she asked. She remembered that from her experience. Oh, the faraway days when her mother cared enough to have her look her very best.
"Yes, I put my head in the tub," I nodded. "Why?"
"I want to put my head in the tub. I want you to take me there next time," she said, to my complete shock. Honestly, kids say the weirdest things.
She wants Me Time like all the rest of Ryan's clients. I can't believe how young that starts.
So I will take her next time back to a real salon and I will hang my head in shame when Ryan silently purses his lip-glossed lips and fixes my crooked hack-job. And then for the subsequent eleven months I will continue to do what I've been doing, which is home hair cuts!