I have been on a blogging hiatus of late, mainly because my camera has decided to not turn on. I have also been accused of not really talking a whole lot about my new home.
{Actually its kind of funny if you didn't know me or my situation you could read my blog and completely miss the fact that I live on the other end of the world} so here you go people a post
with a Cambodian story to boot!
It all started the other day when I mentioned to my driver that Jack really needed a haircut. My driver is a branch president here and also my nannies father and he cheerfully told me about this great little place right by the house where a man of over 20 years of experience and has cut many of the missionaries hair. He also told me it was only $1 and since Jack's last haircut was a whooping $2 I thought...DEAL! So the next day we headed over after picking Jack up from school. I was a little distracted putting Jacks shoes on that I didn't see the place when he park but when I got out of the car I just about died right there.
Picture this: 4x4 wood shack, never been cleaned in all the 20 years of experience
{I am sure of it}, a chair with a wood plank set over the handle bars for Jack's seat, and a cape with who knows what on it...i am hyperventilating by now and wondering how the
h I can get out of this! Well they don't give me the chance because they pick Jack up and shoe
me out of the shack! I couldn't believe it I mean I am the mom who literally has repositioned the haircutters hand just to make sure she gets it right!!!! And they are telling me to get out!
FAT CHANCE! I walk back in {too late} and watch on in HORROR as the barber hacks at Jacks hair. I try to have him make a few changes to make it look half way decent and think that it is all over until he picks up the nastiest looking brush and before I can say NOOOOOO!!!!!! brushes Jacks hair. I don't even want to think about who has had their hair brushed with that brush...I still shiver every time just thinking about. I quickly paid my buck and hightailed it out of there praying that Jack would not have lice.
I got home, threw jack in a HOT bath, scrubbed until he was red and have been checking his scalp ever since. No creepy crawlies which has only increased my faith in prayer! The cut is a little scary but nothing a little pomade can't fix. The only real damage are my emotional scars! Next time I think I'll pay the additional dollar!
