In the last couple of years I have developed a coping strategy to deal with the crazy effects of having so many young children so close together in age. I have stayed sane by finding the humor in whatever circumstances my children have created. My gameplan was shattered Friday as Abby came up from the basement with a bob cut. Her older brother wanted to play barber and cut off all of her gorgeous curls. All those little brown curls were scattered around on basement floor. To make matters worse, we are in the middle of a blizzard and apparently none of the salons in the area feel that their line of work fits under the "first responders" category. Al keeps telling me that someday we will laugh. Perhaps. But as I have spent the last 24 hours rehashing what I could have done to prevent this disaster, I think that day is in the distant future.
There is hope. Twelve years ago within hours of getting my driving permit, I drove straight into the side of a horse trailer. I do find that event funny, now. However, I didn't have to look at that banged up horse trailer every day until it grew out.
4 comments:
Lisa,
I know the pain of young children and scissors! Rachel cut almost everthing, but her hair. She cut her Pottery Barn bed set, dress-up's, her clothes and of course her dolls all had a hair cut. It seems to be the gift that keeps on giving, I keep finding different items that have been cut.......I'm still NOT laughing!
Kandice
Oh no. I've been lucky, no unscheduled haircuts here. If you can stomach it, you should post a picture on the huskerwoman site. As for the horse trailer. I hit a car while parking during my drivers test, 14 years ago. It's getting easier to laugh at.
So do you have a future hair dresser in the family or what? And how well was the hair cut, out of curiosity.
Have you tried a wig? My neice cut her hair, twice. She does not have a future as a cosmetologist. She butched her hair so badly the second time they had to shave it all off. My older brother not knowing anything about this, called to ask what Shaelyn wanted for Christmas, his kid having drawn her name. My sister-in-law sarcastically answered, "a wig." Kevin thought she was serious, so come Christmas Eve, and Shaelyn opened her present, a beautiful blonde wig that she thought was magnificent. (Too bad it made her look like a 3 year old Barbie Doll) We LAUGHED AND LAUGHED and Shaelyn loved that wig.
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