REBELSNRAZORS

Today was a win all around. Worked for a few hours then off to a meeting with the board of special ed. for my son. Finally feel like I can breath knowing now he will get the services he needs. Got laundry done, his report done, homework done, even had time to make a pork roast for dinner…don’t ask how I’m still awake but I feel great. Can’t wait for the weekend…more packing…how did I get all thus stuff? Can’t wait to say goodbye to all the bad memories associated with this place…

Amazing class last night @ the salon. A men’s cutting from American crew, my favorite men’s line. Noah, our educator, not only kept our interest for 2 straight hours, he kept us laughing at loving what we do even more. The bro-mance that blossomed between him and our model Christian wad more than epic. All and all, it was a great day…and an even better night. Today started off not so great, flat tire, sucks. My work day started with, and ended with teaching classes, and the in between filled with great hair. Now for the favorite part of my day…a nice run, and a little cuddles with my mini me…who’s not so mini anymore. Sometimes a beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

something new

Today, I realized the need for me to chronicle the day to day of me, my son, my salon, etc. It’s is funny how once you plant a seed it always grows. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I have willed things into fruition. Yet, here I am, about to tell you. 6am wake up to give Gavin his meds, and instead of laying in bed for the next hour I went for a run. Realized I definitely should gave worn a sweatshirt when my arms began to go numb. Nevermind, finished feeling awesome and clear headed for the only time today. Got in shower, got dress, made breakfast, and spent the only 10 mimites with my son I’ll get for the next 2-3 days. Got to work semi-on time despite the traffic. Not sure if this was due to an accident or a large hole in the earth on sunrise highway, and to be honest, I couldn’t care less. Work day begin. I know I am meant for greatness and tell myself this every Friday as I blowout my 9 am steady who drones on about whether she’ll spend the weekend in the city or the Hamptons. The type of hair that pays the bills but isnt my style of choice. Either way, I am always happy to see her, and love her enthusiasm as I tell her some boring part of my life that she finds fascinating. Onto the next…as my day goes, lots of good hair, great staff, I look around and feel proud to be apart of this place. I think we need to expand, the seed is planted, and so it goes. I’m wearing coral today and I’m not sure.what.it.stands for but everyone seems to love it, including myself. Pick Gavin up from party, eat dinner alone while he plays xbox with friends and think about tomorrow’s 6am wake up.

Who needs a husband, when you have a mother who fights yoy every step of the way? Not me. I can relate to every husband, or wife, who ever hung their head to cry in disappointment. As parents, we try so hard to instill the right beliefs and morals in our children. Then comes along your partner to undo all your hard work. In an instant you are the bad guy. Fuck this shit! Why do they do this? I can only imagine it is competition. To gang an ounce of love. I work my ass off to provide my child with respect, love, food, a house, clothing and everything else his heart desires. If he doesn’t love me, oh well. At the end of the day, I know I did the best I could. This is not a popularity contest…it is a child’s life.