When am I going to get a haircut?

My hair needs cutting and I need a perm. Okay Mother, I will call and make the appointment. I don't want to go where I went the last time, she got my back wet and she left me sitting. Where do you want to go? I want to go somewhere that costs $50 for a perm. No where in town charges that anymore, and that lady was willing to keep your price down.  You don't even know how I want my hair! You have worn your hair the same way for 20 years. I can't do all those little curls in the back everyday. You have a perm Mother, you wash it and pick it and go. You don't have a clue how I wear my hair. You have worn this style for 20 years.  I have only lived with you how long? You have been here 6 years. Then you couldn't know what I did with my hair before that..  HUH? I've known you my whole life MOTHER how can I not know what you have done with your hair? I really try and get along with my mother, but her memory and her coherence are not doing well at the moment. She says things that don't correlate with the converation at hand, and they are either paranoia induced statements or fantasy sayings. Have you called and made me an appointment? Well I thought you wanted to go somewhere else?  Well if you can't find somewhere else then I will give her one more try.  So off we go to the stylist.  I check on Mother after a hour and half into the perm, she needs to go to the bathroom. She stands up and her back is wet and this time even her PANTS are wet!!! I am not sure why this girl gets her wet but it happens everytime. Well long story short the perm went up 5 dollars and she has it and whether she will like it tomorrow, I am willing to bet a good amount that no it won't look good in the morning!! That's how the dementia ball bounces.