Diario di Mamma Jenn

This weekend was horrible. I've promised my husband that I would vent about it this last time, then I would let it go. Maybe after I write I can let it go. :)
So this horrible weekend began on Friday evening, dinnertime. We decided to go eat some pizza at this awesome restaurant that brews their own beer, in fact, it was the beer that my hubby was craving, not really the pizza. The last time we ate at this place, our pizza was good, it was perfect, this time my pizza was YUCKY!! It was full of grease and had no taste. I seriously wanted to take it back to the waiter and ask him "would you eat this if you were fed this?" Instead I decided to keep my mouth shut, blot the pizza and eat what I could, it was nasty. That was the omen of a bad weekend, I should have seen it coming.
On Saturday we went to have our hair cut, both my hubby and I go to the same hairdresser, he's actually pretty good. My mom loved the way Roberto (hairdresser's name) cut her hair when she was here, she even said she can't wait to come back and have her hair done by him again. I was ready for a change, I wanted something different with my hair. I was tired of having my hair pulled back in a ponytail, I even considered having a bodywave or yikes! perm done, but that idea was quickly shot down, too risky. When Roberto (again, hairdresser) asked me what I had in mind for my cut, I told him I didn't know, but I knew I wanted a change. I did mention that I didn't want my hair short and I wanted something that wouldn't make my face looker rounder. He started doing his magic and snip snip here, snip snip there and I'm beginning to worry because I am seeing my mid-length hair become shorter. Snip snip here and snip snip there again and then I start remembering that I saw him take a drink out of a beer bottle before he washed my hair. I hope he was drinking water! The final result was horrible!! Was he drunk?! I haven't had this haircut since I was in middle school?!?! My face looks rounder than a full moon!! It's hair and it'll grow, right? I hope so!! I wonder if it'll grow before we go to Houston? We leave in July!! Something inside of me was telling me to only have a trim, but I didn't listen to that something, instead I WANTED change. I've decided that the next time I want change, I better eat an entire chocolate bar and then decide whether I really want change or I just want the chocolate. My hubby says that I just needed to calm down before I walked in to the salon and now that the damage is done, to just calm down. How can I calm down when my hair is short and ugly?! I can't even pull my hair back into a ponytail!! I now realize how much I used to love my ponytail. Sniff sniff. We had already planned on going to have ice cream after our hair cuts, this should have made me feel better, after all it's something sweet and yummy. Well why is it that the lady that served me decided by herself that I should have some panna on my ice cream? Panna is a heavy cream that I cannot have on my ice cream, does she not remember I am lactose intolerant? Boy am I getting upset with this lady and her simple mistake of putting panna on my ice cream because I have a horrible haircut!! AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!
Ok, so the last day of horrible weekend, yesterday. We went to visit the only uncle and aunt from my hubby's dad's side. We love to go visit them because they live in a small, tiny town where it's quiet and you can relax and breathe nice clean air. There Izzie has 2 cousins, both males and both older than her. The oldest one is 13 and the youngest one is 3.5 years old. Nicolò, the younger one is like a mini-Bam Bam from the Flintstones, he's a rough kiddo. Luckily for Izzie he wasn't interested in playing with her, otherwise she probably would have been on the floor crying. Bless her heart, she did get her first knee-scrapes, but that didn't stop her from playing. So what was so bad about yesterday? The fact that a neighbor of the family asked me if I had gained weight because I looked a little heavier than the last time she had seen me. I just said "you think so? I probably have." Sniff sniff, I have not gained a pound since she last saw me, it's my darn haircut!! I told you I look rounder than a full moon!! I hate this haircut, so now not only do I look horrible, but I look FAT! So the next time I go get my hair cut, which will probably be next year, I will go in after I ate an entire chocolate bar and with a picture of the hairstyle that I want in hand. I will no longer walk in wanting change without being prepared.
Ok, I think I feel better now. Today is the beginning of a new week, new ugly haircut, so be it. :)