Well it sounded like a good idea. I must have forgotten I felt like hell, had not slept, etc. I load up DD, we make the 10 min drive, park, and she poops. So we walk into the Starbucks that was right there, no changing table. I sit on the floor, lay her on my legs, and change her. Already regretting my trip out, stitches hurting. Before I get diaper back on she pees, on her clothes, blanket, me. There was another outfit in the bag and was huge and akward. I put it on her and clean up. I decide to grab coffee on the way out and have then add ice to it so if I spill, baby wont be burned. So I walk to the studio, with pee on my leg, and akwardly dressed baby, and luke warm coffee. I get there, plunk down in the chair, set the coffee on the floor next to the chair and relax. I then get up to sit in the chair to get all fixed up, and Lynn, my hair guru, scoots the chair and spills coffee all over the floor. She waxed my brows and every other pregnancy hair issue on my face, washed and styled my hair, all while baby snoozed on my chest. She didn't charge me, bless her heart. I got back to the car, baby needed to eat, I nursed her, she pooped, I changed her n the car, another mess, back in carseat, fussed on way home, and I was done for the day. STitches hurt, felt like I had run a marathon, world was spinning.
Time spent at salon: 37 minutes
Distance to salon: 5 miles (10 minutes tops in traffic)
Total trip time: 2 hours and 41 minutes
What the hell was I thinking?
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