I just said to Ashton, "What am I thankful for today?" She responded, "That your kids didn't cut their own hair?"
That wasn't as random as it sounds. Here's the story:
On Tuesday at 8:04 am my phone rang. It was my friend. "I have a problem," she said. Apparently, the day before had been quite the day. I won't give you the details, but it was quite the day. The kids were up way too late, so she sent them downstairs to get ready for bed and followed them down 15 minutes later to tuck them in. As she walked down the stairs, she noticed that the stairs were covered with hair. Big clumps. And the whole basement. Hair everywhere. She found her four year old daughter. At least half of her hair was gone. She, being exhausted from such a day, decided to deal with it in the morning. She quickly put them in bed and called me first thing in the morning. We scheduled a time for her to come over and have me fix the haircut. About 20 minutes later, she called again. "IT'S WORSE!" Apparently, in all the hubbub the night before, she hadn't noticed that the four year old had gotten to the one year old, too.
So, they came over. In my 12 years of hair-doing and hair-fixing, I have never, and I mean NEVER seen anything like this. We had to cut the 4-year-old's hair in the shortest bob you ever met and it still had chunks missing that we decided to just ignore to preserve her femininity. The one year old is a boy. We buzzed his head, but there were still holes. The only thing we could have done to completely fix his would have involved a razor, not clippers. I don't know how she did it, but it was right to the scalp.
So, silly as it may be, I am grateful that wasn't any of my kids. And, I am grateful that my friend just laughed, unlike what my reaction would have been. I could learn a lot from her.
P.S. I apologize for not having taken pictures. You will have to use your imaginations. Imagine it. Now make it a little worse. There. You have it.
P.P.S. I am grateful that it is November 6 and 70 degrees outside.
P.P.P.S. Two of my three kids have cut their hair. Luckily, it was pretty minor. KNOCK ON WOOD!
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3 comments:
You're right, I am sad about the lack of photos of those poor babies' heads. When I was 3 or 4 I did the same thing to my head only I had a good reason. I had super-long hair and I'd twisted a comb up into it and I couldn't get it out. Mama was napping and my tiny brain thought I'd be in trouble for getting the comb hopelessly tangled in my hair, but that she'd never notice if I cut it out. Needless to say, she noticed.
I've had such a crazy week that I've missed a bunch of your blogs and nearly all of everyone else's I usually check in on. Let me tell you a secret. Be glad your gratitude is that your kids don't cut their hair. The bigger they get the bigger the mischief. In fact, if I were you, I'd make a bargain with someone to keep them young. You're more tired when they are young but you have less worries.
And yes! Where's those photot? If they are in your ward can you take a camera to church? Just askin?
None of my kids have cut their own hair - they've always cut each others. If anyone ever cuts Cozette's hair, the penalty will be extreme (she has curls that will probably be gone forever once they're cut off!)
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