I got my hair cut today. Before the cut, it was the longest I'd ever had it, down to my bra strap, which is a bit of a faff with a toddler but I was keen to keep the length as I'll getting married end of next year/beginning of 2022 and want to keep my options open with updos etc. At least the length means I can really easily tie it back in the 5 mins I have to get ready in the morning and I can leave it 3 days between washes as it's up most of the time. Or at least I could.
My hair is quite silky and thick - sounds great but in reality means it's flat on top, thick at the ends like a big triangle and gets greasy and stringy if it's down for more that one day or touches my face too much.
I went the the woman I usually see, asked for my layers to be cut back in to thin it out and she seemed to understand exactly what I wanted. We talked about lengths and she was indicating one, one and a half inches off the length and more off the layers. I was very clear the as long as it can all be tied back easily, that was ok.
Half an hour later, I'm sitting in a pile of 5" hair and I have a 'Rachel from Friends' cut to my shoulders but it's chin length at the front. If I tie it back, the short layers at the front flop down around my face.
She asked if I liked it and of course I said yes, I think if I was honest with her I would have burst into tears. Also what was she going to do, stick it back on? She said she was glad as "I though you might kill me as it's so much shorter than we discussed!".
I cried when I left the salon, I cried in my partner's arms when I met him for lunch, I cried when my mum tried to reassure me it would grow out and I am crying writing this (17 weeks pregnant and really hormonal).
I'm struggling with almost sole care of a toddler (other half is working crazy hours at the moment as self employed), knackered from pregnancy and pregnancy insomnia, working 32 hours a week and now I'm either going to have hair that looks like stringy greasy curtains straight out of a boy band in the 90s or find a way to wash it every night which is the only way to make it look semi decent while it grows out.
There's nothing that can be done but everytime I think about it I burst into tears. Does anyone have any advice for getting over it?