Asi

Yesterday Jeff came home early and sent me out to go buy myself a new pair of running sneakers. This was done with the anticipation of today, as I was cleared to exercise and run at will by my doctor.

But, that is neither here nor there. This post is about how wonderful my husband is. Not only was he an amazing support during delivery, but since the moment Dominick emerged, he has been an incredible father, attentive to both Dominick and my needs.

Jeff is not afraid to change a diaper. He relishes in the little quirks of babyhood; the funny noises, the funny faces, and the constant farting and pooping. He enjoys having Dominick lay on him, he is comfortable toting him around, and is unaffected by full diapers.

In addition to all of this, Jeff has done everything to make me comfortable. He cooks, he cleans, he grocery shops. Really, I feel like I don't do much at all except get milked. He has made a point to come home from work early a few days so that I can get out of the house and do something. For example, yesterday I went to buy running sneakers. Last week, I decided to use the time to get a haircut. What a fiasco!

With the beautiful time my husband gave me, I drove around looking for a salon that cuts my kind of hair per say. Many a times I have gone into a hair place here in Cleveland and have had to leave due to the fact that my hair is smooth, not kinky. Get my drift....

Since this type of salon is much more common in these parts, I was driving around for quite some time trying to find something besides a Super Cuts. After 45 minutes of strictly driving, I found a place that looked perfect. It was closed. Another ten minutes, I found another perfect looking place. Only one stylist was working and she was booked for the remainder of the day. Another 15 minutes and I was about to give up. Go home, uncut and unstyled, more frustrated than an elephant stuffed in a VW Beetle.

Then I saw my saving grace. A simple, new looking building called the Asi Salon. Sounds nice, doesn't it? I caught it out of the corner of my eye as I was driving past. I turned around and headed to the Asi. I parked the car, walked in with an excited smile on my face, only to notice that the inside looked nothing like a salon. Looking around I became aware that this place would be perfect if I was looking for a sandwich and a beer, for the sign in fact, read....

Yup, a saloon! I wanted so badly to find a salon, I simply omitted an o. Smile gone, frustration back, I walked out defeated with my tail between my legs. Luckily I was saved by a friend and a business finding app. I was able to get my haircut at an appropriate place. The fact that my husband generously offered me this time and that I got my hair washed by someone other than myself, made all the frustration worth it.