It is spring!! Hallelujah, it is spring!!
This morning Jackson and I celebrated the beginning of a new and better season by skipping dance class and hitting the playground, where we saw a bunch of friends and had a great time. I had to go and ruin the good vibe by taking him to a barber shop for an overdue haircut, though. This is the fourth place we’ve tried for a haircut and still no dice. In fact, we got kicked out. I took Jackson to this place specifically because I was told they were so great with kids and, though I didn’t have my hopes up too high — this is the fourth place we’ve tried for a reason, I didn’t expect we’d actually get kicked out. But we did. Apparently, being good with kids is different than being good with my particular kid. They were very nice about it — so nice that I almost didn’t realize we were getting kicked out until they actually, literally pushed me toward the front door. I tried to pay them — they cut half of Jackson’s hair, after all, before giving up — but they refused to take any payment from me (I did finally manage to get a ten-dollar bill in the stylist’s hand). As we walked out, the owner yelled after us: “Bring him back when he’s not so tired.” Well, no, I don’t think we’ll be doing that. And, anyway, he wasn’t tired. He was Jackson. My son, my temper, oh my.
Tonight, a friend of mine is hosting a ladies’ night at her place because she originally thought her husband would be out of town, but now he’s not so he’s just going to have to make himself scarce because his home will be overtaken by a bunch of women wielding cheeseballs and plates of cured meat. I heard there’s going to be cake, too. And tomorrow we have not one, but two, playdates scheduled, including one with Jackson’s Jersey cousins who are coming to visit us in ol’ BK. And Sunday night I’m taking a friend to the movies as a belated birthday treat. (The last time I went to the movies was when she took me for my birthday many months ago). We’re going to see “Grand Budapest Hotel.”
Whatchoo got planned for this weekend?