Hairdresser Hell

Hairdresser Hell

It was time to take my two sons, Dylan and Rudy to get their hair cut…yaaaay! Pete and I always dread this experience. Dylan’s finally got into the swing of it now. Only took him 7 years. Rudy on the other hand turns into a uncontrollable monster. Yes I know he's only 19 months old and doesn't understand how to behave in a hairdressers, but still, c’mon babes!

We booked them in at our friend, Taka’s salon, Sano. I’ve known Taka for years through work and he's been cutting Dylan’s hair since he was about 4 months old (he was born with a silly amount of hair - it needed sorting), so we obvs trust him with Rudy. It also helps that Taka has two boys of his own and is used to children’s unpredictable behaviour.

We thought it would be a good idea to book them in separately, 1. Because Dylan’s got more hair on his head than most grown men and takes around an hour and a half to cut. No joke. And 2. Just because we thought it would be easier for all in general.

HOW WRONG WERE WE?!!! Rudy was up first. A nice 11am sunny Friday morning. Not too busy in the salon but busy enough for Rudy to work his charm on all of the other clients whilst they were having their hair peacefully tended to… Smiling and chatting away, he won their hearts. Feeling quite confident about the situation I then moved him over to the chair where he was going to sit on my lap whilst he had his hair cut. He starts to look a little concerned. I reassured him with a soft voice ‘Taka is going to cut your hair now Squish, let’s sit here’. He catches his reflection, it holds his attention for about 15 seconds but then he realises something is going on - something is touching his head and he HATES it. At this point I'm thinking poor Taka. I know this is about to go properly tits up. 

So as I’ve got Rudy on my lap crying I somehow manage to hear Pete oinking at Rudy asking if he wants to watch ‘Peppa Pig’. Genius idea babes, that will definitely keep him under control, while you're at it, send over his dummy, ASAP! 

We prop the phone in front of him, his ultimate fave but this fails along with his dummy. If that isn't going to work I don't know what will. I hold him, hug him tightly, kissing his cheeks telling him he's ok and it will be finished soon but also wishing I hadn't worn that brand new lipgloss that was now all over his face. I then pass him anything I can get my hands on… A diffuser, hairbrush, the dog. Nothing was working. 

This had now been going on for about 10/15mins. Taka had beads of sweat running down his forehead and I was covered in my baby’s hair. It was all over my face, I looked in the mirror at one point and noticed I had one eyebrow. Gorgeous. That new lip gloss I was wearing… had hair all stuck to that too. Hot mess came to mind!

At that point enough was enough, I couldn't bear hearing my baby crying like that. It was traumatising for him/us and the poor other clients. Taka came up with the idea that we come half an hour earlier before Dylan’s appointment the following morning. I was all for it. The salon would still be closed, we could finish his haircut in peace and without disturbing anyone else. So we left it at that. Rudy had to leave the salon with half a haircut done, much to Pete’s amusement but at least he wasn't crying anymore.

The next day we were feeling quite smug at the fact we got the boys out of the house so early on a Saturday morning. We arrive at the salon, Rudy’s happy to be there. Loving having a little look around and being his curious little self. He says hello to Taka confidently and comes and sits on my lap happily, but then as soon as Taka takes the comb and scissors out, Rudy starts to have that concerned look on his face again. This was round 2, and he knew it. He screamed, cried, climbed up my body and around my neck. Thankfully the salon wasn't open yet so there wasn't anyone else in. We just needed to get it done and quickly. Taka worked so fast and managed to get it finished in under 10mins. Ledge! As soon as I put Rudy down on the floor again it was like nothing had ever happened! WTF?! I guess it’s an age thing and I know he’ll get used to it. Dylan never did this kind of thing when he was a toddler so for Pete and I its all very new and a learning curve and a big one! MORE WINE!

Portia x

 

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