I take my kids everywhere. Grocery store, bank, hair salon. If I go, they go. This isn't because I'm a stinky hippy, it's because I have a husband who works 80 hours a week and if I want food, money or Stepford porn hair I have to bring my circus with me. Usually it's cool. Nearly three years ago it just meant that an eight pound baby was buried under my coat. But these days, I'm rolling three deep and shoving bananas in mouths just to get through life. Tiring! Which was why I was delighted with the opportunity to try out a salon with a babysitting service.
Urban Mom Salon (2143 N. Damen, Chicago) has the concept down right: a clean, secure nursery staffed by screened childcare professionals on one side and a spa salon on the other. Brillz! It reminds me of other grand marriages like laundromats with tanning beds and beer hats (it's a hat! it's a beer!)
My plan was to get a blow out because I had a photoshoot scheduled for the next day (a tale you will hear ALL about tomorrow - yikes!) but there was some glitch with the stylist, so I wound up getting a pedicure instead. I would have gotten a manicure, but even with the nursery just ten feet away, those kids weren't staying in there forever. Car seats and the banana habit we've got going would have ruined that in a snap.
I suppose a lady of leisure could stick around to actually let her nails dry, you know, like you're supposed to and maybe even let her kids marinate with the nanny an extra five minutes but for me, it was time for dinner and to hit the road. I was pretty pleased with my toes though. They are in Urban Mom Salon's signature color even though the trend these days is army colors. Yup, army green toes, people. Does that mean grunge is back? Aw, hell.
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