Hour Seven | Kaelahday

You’ve heard of the days of the week, right? Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Kaelahday, Sunday.

Wait, what?

Let me tell you about Kaelahday. It started this morning when her mom completely forgot to schedule a hair appointment for her—Nakaelah has the thickest hair and it is SO MUCH EASIER to manage after blow drying and flat ironing it…

(and it turns out so much better if her aunt, who is a hairdresser, does it because I just don’t do it that well. That’s part of the reason why I decided to loc MY hair…my hair is JUST as thick. And this is also one of the reasons I am incensed that there is actually a Supreme Court ruling in Alabama making it okay to discriminate against applicants/employees who have dreadlocks. Next it will be natural hairdos. Or braids. If only everyone understood some of the things women of color go through as it pertains to their hair. Take this current blog post, for example)

…and it makes our weekday mornings easier, notwithstanding all of the OTHER things that pertain to Kaelah that slow us down in the mornings i.e. Kaelah taking her sweet time, refusing to believe that her mother has to get to work and/or make it to a meeting!

But I digress

So Kaelah and I sat in the hair salon from 9:00 am to 11:00 am waiting to see if she could be fit in between others also waiting to get their hair done. By the time 11:15 rolled around, I realized it probably wasn’t going to happen.

Plus since Kaelah had a casting call at 1:00 pm (in addition to playing the violin, she’s a drama major in school), we wouldn’t have enough time for her hair to be finished by then anyway. So I ask if there’s an opening later in the day and I’m told to call back at 5:00 pm. Okay, cool.

Kaelah and I go to her casting call and I’m asked to read with Kaelah. I tell them I’m not there for me—this is for her, but I end up reading with her anyway. It was fun. We’ll see what happens.

We then head to the mall to locate a kiosk that fixes cracked phone screens—Kaelah accidentally dropped and cracked her screen a few weeks ago. I originally told her she’d just have to use her phone as-is indefinitely, since she keeps taking her life-proof protective case off, but since her phone was a gift from her grandparents—and when the contract is up, it must be returned unscathed—I lose that battle.

Once the phone is repaired, we leave the mall to meet up with her best friend so they can hang out. By this time, I’ve called the salon to check on getting Kaelah in. We’re told to come by. We get there and her aunt/hairdresser is at the beginning of working on another client’s hair. We didn’t realize that client was having her hair braided.

If you don’t know, hair braiding can last for what seems like F. O. R. E. V. E. R.

And since we’d already been waiting for about an hour by the time we realized what was up, I felt like we were committed. All told, we’re already 3.5 hours in.

I’m actually typing this as I sit in the salon. It is currently 11:03 pm. Shout out to Kaelah’s aunt, Whitney, who has been GRINDING and working hard at the salon since 8:00 am this morning.

Good news is Kaelah is finally in the chair.

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Mom is ready to get in the bed. But if you read my previous post, you’ll know I probably won’t actually go to sleep.

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About Desiré

During my 20-year climb to economic self-sufficiency, I've inched my way from being a teenaged single-mother and high school dropout to completing a postgraduate degree and working as a Social Justice Advocate.
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