http://ping.fm/p/77wKw - I did it! I got my nails done!
Gee, that was fun! I should have done this a long time ago.
I took ds with me. He sat by himself for a while, doing homework, then he
got bored and came to socialize. He found the activities rather
fascinating, so I involved him. The artist had done up a few samples of
puzzle piece nails, to see which I liked best. Instead, I let ds pick. He
also got to pick the colors, and had a few other chances for artistic input.
He seemed to get a big kick out of the fact that his opinion was taken so
seriously that I would paint it on myself. I was glad he came along. He
could have gone with Dad, but we've been trying to eliminate hospital time,
so things can be more positive for ds. He's really struggling with spending
so much time there, and acting up in school because of it. Going with Mom
to the beauty shop wasn't the same as staying home, but it sure beats a
hospital lobby. We had a good time. He liked helping me choose designs.
He did a good job! We both liked the same designs, but our first choice
wouldn't have worked well. I could have gotten the Autism Awareness ribbon
painted on, but for that I would have needed to go to a longer nail length,
to be able to use a design that big, and I didn't want to go that long. I
do still have to type for a living, so best to go a bit more conservative.
So we went with our 2nd choice, a stripe of puzzle pieces. Ds picked the
colors of the puzzle pieces, too.
Before I went into the shop, I made sure I curled my hair (my hairstylist
works there too, and I didn't want her to think I didn't take care of her
handiwork), and I wore makeup. I almost went further and wore jewelry,
necklaces and earrings, but thought better of it. I didn't want to have to
deal with removing it, and damaging the too freshly painted nails. I'm glad
I held off on that one. Tomorrow will be soon enough for that.
I feared I may have done a poor job getting 'gussied up' this morning,
because when I first arrived at work, with curled hair and makeup (a rare
occurrence), nobody seemed to notice.at first. (I didn't take into account
that I arrived later in the morning, and they had all been there since
before sunrise.) But then my co-worker, the one that suggested that I go to
that hairstylist to begin with, spoke up and asked me what I had done
differently with my hair, that it looked really nice like that, and went on
to point out the things she really liked about the way I'd styled it. I was
so relieved! I could be seen by the hairstylist without shame, lol.
So I guess I'm all dressed up and no place to go. That's okay. I feel
happy, and taken care of, and peaceful. And I have that Cyndi Lauper song
dancing in my brain. (I do like that song.) I've been calling my nails "Ds
Nails" (insert name in place of ds), and he gets a giggle out of that. So
he feels happy, too. It was a good night.
Oh, and before you think that poor dh got forgotten here, spending the night
in the hospital while I had fun, I did inform him this morning that he's
getting tickets to see a hockey game. His fun time will come! (Ds got
Chucky Cheese, too.) Everyone needs to have a little fun.
Gee, that was fun! I should have done this a long time ago.
I took ds with me. He sat by himself for a while, doing homework, then he
got bored and came to socialize. He found the activities rather
fascinating, so I involved him. The artist had done up a few samples of
puzzle piece nails, to see which I liked best. Instead, I let ds pick. He
also got to pick the colors, and had a few other chances for artistic input.
He seemed to get a big kick out of the fact that his opinion was taken so
seriously that I would paint it on myself. I was glad he came along. He
could have gone with Dad, but we've been trying to eliminate hospital time,
so things can be more positive for ds. He's really struggling with spending
so much time there, and acting up in school because of it. Going with Mom
to the beauty shop wasn't the same as staying home, but it sure beats a
hospital lobby. We had a good time. He liked helping me choose designs.
He did a good job! We both liked the same designs, but our first choice
wouldn't have worked well. I could have gotten the Autism Awareness ribbon
painted on, but for that I would have needed to go to a longer nail length,
to be able to use a design that big, and I didn't want to go that long. I
do still have to type for a living, so best to go a bit more conservative.
So we went with our 2nd choice, a stripe of puzzle pieces. Ds picked the
colors of the puzzle pieces, too.
Before I went into the shop, I made sure I curled my hair (my hairstylist
works there too, and I didn't want her to think I didn't take care of her
handiwork), and I wore makeup. I almost went further and wore jewelry,
necklaces and earrings, but thought better of it. I didn't want to have to
deal with removing it, and damaging the too freshly painted nails. I'm glad
I held off on that one. Tomorrow will be soon enough for that.
I feared I may have done a poor job getting 'gussied up' this morning,
because when I first arrived at work, with curled hair and makeup (a rare
occurrence), nobody seemed to notice.at first. (I didn't take into account
that I arrived later in the morning, and they had all been there since
before sunrise.) But then my co-worker, the one that suggested that I go to
that hairstylist to begin with, spoke up and asked me what I had done
differently with my hair, that it looked really nice like that, and went on
to point out the things she really liked about the way I'd styled it. I was
so relieved! I could be seen by the hairstylist without shame, lol.
So I guess I'm all dressed up and no place to go. That's okay. I feel
happy, and taken care of, and peaceful. And I have that Cyndi Lauper song
dancing in my brain. (I do like that song.) I've been calling my nails "Ds
Nails" (insert name in place of ds), and he gets a giggle out of that. So
he feels happy, too. It was a good night.
Oh, and before you think that poor dh got forgotten here, spending the night
in the hospital while I had fun, I did inform him this morning that he's
getting tickets to see a hockey game. His fun time will come! (Ds got
Chucky Cheese, too.) Everyone needs to have a little fun.
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