Inner voice: "Covid, caregiving, distance, money, no one taking walk-in clients, no time for myself -- pick any excuse A why you have let your hair grow to 16 inches long in 100+ degree weather."
Hubby: "Take the time and get it cut. It really needs cut. Just make an appointment and get it done"
So I make the appointment.
Family emergency so I have to cancel the appointment morning of to take mom to the ER.
The next day I actively search out an open place and drive all over to do a walk-in and take whoever is available to finally cut/style my 16" locks.
Turns out the stylist is a barber and grabs the electric shears.
And now....24 hours later....
I am baby Groot.
This literally is the haircut never asked for but what I got:
Oh the life of a caregiver for me :-)
Let's have some fun. What has been your worst caregiving haircut mistake?