Monday, March 9, 2015

A Day at the Beauty Salon

It's been a while since mom has dyed her hair. In fact, you may recall the last hair dyeing fiasco, which resulted in my dad having to hide her hair dye. I suggested to my dad that maybe it was time to just let mom shine with her gray hairs. However, mom has been pestering him about her hair dye and I know my dad ultimately just wants to make her happy, and so it was decided that we would try taking mom to her hair dresser to get it dyed (by we I really mean I).

For the past week and a half, my dad and I have been prepping mom for her upcoming hair appointment. For the past week and a half, mom hasn't taken heed to any of our promptings. This morning I arrived at her house to find her laying on her bed, waiting for the clock to change, signaling the green light for her to get on with her morning routine. I urged her to get out of bed and get dressed, telling her again that it was the big day to get her hair done. She remained in the bed and mumbled about the clock and then continued on with her normal venting about not being supported as a driver. I took that as a cue.

"Mom, I'm going to drive you today," I said, trying to catch her eye. "I am going to drive you today. We are going to get your hair done. I will support you and be your driver," I said repeatedly. Finally, mom replied with,

"Huh? Where are you gonna drive me?"

I reiterated that we were going to get her hair done and told her to get dressed. After she voiced her concern about me seeing her "Plain Jane and naked", I told her I would leave her room so she could get dressed. A few minutes later, I peeked in on her, only to find her still laying on her bed.

"Come on mom, you need to get up and get dressed so I can drive you."

We continued that conversation for several minutes as she tried to comprehend what I was instructing her to do. Eventually, by some miracle, mom got herself ready to go and came out of her room saying,

"I used to be a good cutter, that girl was a good hair cutter. I hope she doesn't think I look weird."

After a week and a half of promptings, she finally understood that I was taking her to get her hair done!

We arrived at the hair salon a few minutes early, and Crystal was finishing up with another client. Mom walked into the salon and very loudly began asking,

"Where is she? Who is she what's her name, gonna cut my hair?" I showed her that Crystal was still finishing with a client, as all eyes in the salon turned on mom, and she wasn't particularly happy that she had to wait. Nevertheless, she sat down and waited on the edge of her seat for another 15 minutes until it was her turn.

And then...everything went downhill.

Mom isn't used to having her dyed at the salon, so she couldn't understand what Crystal was doing to her.

"No no, this isn't right, this doesn't look so good," mom said, as pieces of hair were pushed forward (and sticking up) to color the underneath layers of hair.

"You need to dry it...why is it severely wet...no this isn't so good..."

Crystal came up with the clever idea to put a glove on mom's hand (after mom repeatedly tried touching her head). I thought that by putting on a glove it might spark a memory of wearing them when she used to dye her hair, thereby signaling to her that she was getting her hair colored. No such luck. Though she sat still for the remainder of the time Crystal colored her hair, she continued to be upset that she wasn't doing it right. When Crystal was finished with the color, she put a plastic cap on her head in an effort to prevent mom from rubbing dye all over her hands.

"It really needs to set in for about 35 more minutes," Crystal said, with an apprehensive look on her face. "I mean...we could rinse it out earlier if we have to and it'll still have some color, but the longer the better."

I looked over at mom, who was pulling the cap off her head and reaching for Crystal's blow dryer and brush. I moved in-between mom and the dryer and tried to distract her with her pb&j sandwich that I had brought along.

"Look mom, let's have some lunch while we wait. Look, I brought your sandwich. Peanut butter and jelly; yum," I said, waving the sandwich in her face.

Mom could not be deterred.

"No I need to go now, let's go. I need to dry my hair."

Round and round we went for another long 5 minutes- mom trying to rub her head, get ahold of the blowdryer, talk about going home- until I turned to Crystal in defeat.

"Let's just rinse it out. There's no way I can make her sit here for another half hour."

"Come on mom, let's go wash your hair now," I said, gesturing towards Crystal, who was waiting at the back sink. Mom did not understand my direction, however, and she wouldn't budge from her seat. She insisted on drying it before she got up and reached again for the blow dryer.

"No mom, we need to rinse your hair first. Let's go walk to the back sink. Crystal will wash your hair and then we can cut it," I coaxed her.

I couldn't grab mom's attention; she was too fixated on her task of getting ahold of the blow dryer, so I had to hold onto her arm and try to pull her up.

"Owe! No you're hurting me, owe no!" she wailed, as I pulled her up and out of her seat. She stubbornly dragged her feet as I clasped arms with her and moved her forward to the sink. The other ladies in the salon tried not to notice the scene mom was making. I pretended not to let it phase me. Crystal looked at me helplessly, with sympathy in her eyes. Somehow we were able to convince mom to sit down but I had to physically move her head back to start rinsing her head.

"Owe, that hurts, owe," mom continued. I put my right hand under her neck and cradled her head while Crystal washed her hair. My left hand laid across the top of her chest and occasionally I had to push her head back down as she attempted to get up (I tried to be as gentle and loving as I could be). Mom tapped her feet on the ground nervously and she continued to whine that we were hurting her. We finished after just a few minutes (which seemed much longer!) and showed mom back to her seat. She was very apprehensive about going back to the chair, as she was DONE with the whole hair ordeal by this point. She wanted to go home.

"Mom, she's just going to cut your hair now, see? She's going to cut your hair," I said, prompting Crystal to hold the scissors to signal our next move.

Begrudgingly, mom sat back to let Crystal cut her bangs. As soon as they were cut, however, mom went reaching for the blow dryer. Crystal dried her bangs for her and expressed concern about starting the back.

"If I start it, I'm going to have to finish it," she said.

I told her to go ahead and do a quick job while I attempted to keep mom settled enough for Crystal to finish the job. But mom was fixated on that darn blow dryer. She kept reaching for it and Crystal finally told me to go ahead and let her have it while she finished the cut. I was barely able to hold mom down long enough for Crystal to finish the cut (which Crystal, who is an awesome hair dresser, wasn't too pleased with her not-so-finished job) and then mom was up and taking care of business.

Crystal went to tend to another client (who was waiting to get her foil taken out and was on a time constraint) while mom finished drying her hair and I retrieved my purse.

"Where's her money? You need to give her money, did you give it to her?" Mom badgered me about paying Crystal until she saw the bill in my hand. Exhausted, I handed Crystal her money, thanked her (and her other client) for their patience, and quickly made my way out of there.

Normally, I think I can handle my mom quite well. But today left me feeling very worn out and defeated. I want my mom to be happy. But I can't put myself or her through this again. On a side note, Crystal did later text me and offered to make a house call the next time mom needs a haircut, which I thought was so nice of her. I do not think we will be messing around with hair dye anymore.

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