Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Beauty Shop Conversations

I took Summer to go get her hair cut at the salon today. Heather was sick with the stomach flu so we opted to try other avenues. As soon as we walked in (All 4 girls and I) the conversations started:

Girl 1: “Do ya’ll get your pictures taken at Pinkstons?”

Me: “Uh-Yes we do!” Thinking that she had probably seen our picture up on his wall (yes, we go there that much).

Girl 1: “I saw ya’ll when you were all getting your family pictures all dressed in white. We were the next appointment!”


Me: “Wow, You have a great memory!” (secretly thinking-is our family so wild that we leave THAT lasting of an impression on perfect strangers?)

Girls 2: “Wow, 4 girls! You’ve sure got your hands full!”

Me: “Yep, I stay pretty busy.”


Girl 2: “So do you get to stay home with them?”

Me: “Yep”


Girl 2: “That’s really great, you’re really lucky!”

Me: “Yeah, I know I am.”


Girls 2: “It’s great for you, but I just don’t think I could do it.”

Girl 1: “Yeah, I love my son but I can’t wait to get to work to have some adult time!”


Me: (Nod and laugh.)

Girl 2: “Props to you, cause I know I couldn’t do it.


Me: “Oh, there’s some days that I lose my voice!”

Girl 2: “VOICE! I’d lose my mind!!!”

From the back of the room:


Girl 1: “Do you home school?”

Me: “Yes?! Is it written across my face?”


Girl 1 & 2: Jaws drop, scissors come to a screeching halt.

Girl 1: “For real?”


Girl 2: “Oh Lord!”

Girl 1: “I bet when your husband gets home you run away.”


Me: “Well my husband works 2nd shift, so he leaves when they start to get fired up.”
Again jaws dropping and dead silence.

Girl 1: “We’ll do you have a nap time?”


Me: “NO-o-o-o!”

Lake: “Uh-huh! She took a nap once!


Me: “Yes she’s right. I did take a nap…once.”

Girl 2: “Are you medicated?”

And the conversation went on from there. Lake and Sky both got suckers to try to occupy them from spinning around in the chairs, before we left Sky fell out of one chair which awarded her with yet another sucker! Lake was mad because she wanted to collect up all of the hair clippings and take them home (No, I don’t know why). Sky knocked over some bottles of shampoo on her way out the door, and Lake bolted into the parking lot warranting a loud, booming “NO! LAKE! STOP!” from me. You could say we made quite an exit. I really think Planned Parenthood should send me royalty checks. Just think of all the teenage pregnancies that have been prevented by MY example.
Your Welcome.

1 comment:

Kristy said...

Thank you so much for posting that, I have so been there and had the same converstations, something about the south, they are oh so friendly and a bit to open and honest about what they thnk about your life. It's been a struggle lately for me, the whole you have your hands full and my favorie, someone's been busy. I want to just scream sometimes, AT LEAST I GET SOME, just kidding of course. your post made me laugh because I too have had the same experiences and same kind of exits when we leave a place. My family doesn't believe me half the time, they don't understand living in the south. Thanks again, makes me feel like I am not alone in my struggles