Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Hair Product Intervention

My bathroom sink was leaking...a lot...for quite a while.
Drip..drip..drip..drip... all the time, ugh.
Lucky for me, I have a couple of friends who are plumbers.
Unlucky for me that they were very, very busy.
Combine that with the fact that my Hubby and I decided to grow grass during one of the warmest and driest springs that we've seen in a long long time, means that I'm pretty sure my water bill will be about $34,000.

My friend Travis came to the rescue last week and he not only fixed my faucet, but made me realize that I need an intervention. Here's the reason:

If you're like me, you kind of loose your mind when someone is going to come do any kind of work in your home. I run around like a mad woman making sure things are picked up and clean..well, clean enough to not me embarrassing.
Travis texted me on Thursday while I was at work to tell me he would be at my house at 9 am the next morning. The first thing I thought was, How will I have time to do my wonder woman clean between now and then?

Like any insane person would do, I got up extra early and whirled around the house with plenty of time to spare, but I mainly concentrated on the bathroom, wiping down the counter, cleaning the toilet, re-wallpapering, you know the standard. I was all set when he got there, everything looked decent, if not sparkling.

Then it happened. He walked into my bathroom and opened the cabinet under the sink.
Eeeeeek! How could I forget the cabinet under the sink!! I knew he would need to get to the shut off...but it had slipped my mind during my mad cleaning daze. It was terrifying, demoralizing, humiliating..and the reason? Well, Travis said it the best himself....."I feel your cabinet is puking hair products on me."

I immediately responded with, "I'm a hairstylist, what do you expect?" Then just to humiliate myself even further, I said, "That's not even all of them, there are more in the hall closet," It's true. There are more in the closet...a lot more.

I ran and got two card board boxes and proceeded to fill them up and haul all my spoils out of the bathroom and onto my dining room table.

They sat there for a while. A few days, in fact. I would go and look through them and pet them, and I just couldn't convince myself that I didn't need them all, so I would walk away and pretend I didn't have a problem.

Today I admit it. I am a product junkie. I have every product known to man.
Today I admit it. I don't need every product known to man.
(It pains me to write that)..but I don't...I really don't.
So this morning, I went through it all. I gave myself a "come to Jesus talk" about every mousse, hairspray, and pomade in my cabinet.
By the time I finished, I had a much more reasonable amount and was able to reorganize my cabinet in the bathroom.
Drum roll please...



Looks pretty good, huh? I am very proud of my efforts... and you can call off the intervention team now, I won't be needing it .....well, for at least a couple more months anyway.
 
Bonus, Travis won't be scared of the product monster under my sink anymore.

Now if I can start on the hall closet, my life will be complete. 


2 comments:

  1. I LOVE your adventures! You are so normal like all of us but are willing to share your family and home via "Lucy Language"! I look forward to each and every one of your posts-you are a riot and so genuine!

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