Today I received a call on my cell from Nancy, the lady who cuts my hair and Autumn’s hair. If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you may recall Nancy as the person who cut Autum’s hair for the very first time three years ago. If not, you can re-live the experience over here.
At the end of my last appointment I scheduled a cut for both Autumn and myself for tonight. However, it’s kindergarten parent night tonight and we couldn’t possibly fit in two haircuts and kindergarten parent night, so I dutifully canceled my appointment, pushed Autumn’s appointment back a half hour later and rescheduled mine for next week.
But get this…Nancy is RETIRING.
That’s why she called today. She saw me in the book for next Wednesday and wanted to see if we could come in a little earlier because tonight is her last night ever at the salon.
Damn you, kindergarten parent night!
I swear I almost cried. Nancy’s been cutting my hair forever. She styled it the day I married Nathan and was my regular stylist well before that. She’s been limiting her availability since having kids, so I knew this day would eventually come. Still, I was so not prepared for that day to be today.
Being a selfless mom-type person, I let Autumn have the appointment. The very last appointment with the woman who has cut my hair for over 15 years.
Then I thought about it. This isn’t Sophie’s Choice, after all. I’m not standing before a Nazi guard and being forced to choose which of my children to send to the gas chamber. It’s a haircut for crying out loud and my fifteen-plus years trumps my daughter’s three by a long shot.
I called the salon back and asked if another stylist might have time open while we’ll be there tonight. It turns out someone does have a slot open and I’m hoping Autumn will be just as enthralled with her as she was with Nancy during that first cut three years ago.
If not, I guess I’ll be getting acquainted with a new stylist sooner rather than later.
Crappity crap crap CRAP!