I went to the hairdresser to have my hair done yesterday. He was so very sweet. He turned the aircon up to turbo for me because I was getting hot flushes. I think he felt bad about having to put me under the heater thing as well. I’m really pleased with the result. I asked him to add a few more purple streaks into my hair and asked that they be placed more prominently as the others just kind of disappeared and you couldn’t really tell they were there. He just shook his head. I don’t think he understands why I do it, but I don’t really need him to so that is okay. He also chopped quite a bit off the end. I basically give him license to do whatever he wants. I trust him not to make me look stupid and he knows that I don’t want a fringe under any circumstances. I am quite alright with chopping off a couple of centimeters at the moment since there is still damage left at the bottom from trying to get all the black out of my hair. I always leave there feeling like my hair looks amazing:
When I asked him how much he was going to chop off, he said ‘I don’t know. I’ll just get a feel for it while I’m busy.’ I didn’t realize how much he had cut off until I gathered my hair into a ponytail earlier today. I think the length looks good too though.
I have ordered and paid for the cupboard we’ll be replacing the compactum with. Rudi was supposed to go and fetch it today, but he has been so busy at work he just hasn’t had the time 🙁 I was quite looking forward to the cupboard coming because it would force some reorganizing and repacking. Rudi is working very late tonight so he has to come and pick me up so I can take the car home and fetch Babyice. He will most likely only get home after 19:00. Days like today I wish he got paid overtime. After coming to fetch me he still has to go to the place near where the cupboard is, but Smartfurn will already be closed and he won’t be able to collect the cupboard. Once this delivery is done he has no other deliveries in that area, so he’ll have to pretty please his boss to use the bakkie to go and fetch the cupboard if he gets time. *sigh* I don’t ask for much. Just a few pieces of wood to pack some stuff in/on! When I called them to notify them of our intention to come and collect a cupboard, they offered me an optional extra – a top box. It was R475.00 extra and I was planning on packing stuff on top of the cupboard anyway, so I decided to go with it, since it will be a) more packing space and b) will hide the stuff that was going on top of the cupboard. Hopefully we’ll be able to get it tomorrow!
Going to pick up Babyice on my own and having to explain where daddy is isn’t going to be fun. He is extremely into his dad at the moment. To the extent that I sometimes feel a little rejected. Mommy could disappear off the face of the earth and he’ll be fine, but he tracks his father’s every move. I’m not sure if this has anything to do with me being pregnant or whether it is just because they have a very strong bond…but I just know I’m going to get my ears nagged off tonight till Rudi gets home. I’m so exhausted and sore at the moment all I want to do when I get home is relax/nap. It’s going to be a fun night.