Well, I didn’t go THAT far but I did get out the scissors! I was getting a shower ready for her (she also hates to wash up…but that’s another story!) and I went to take out her ponytail. She freaked out and said “I WILL DO IT MYSELF!!” So instead of me taking it out quickly she made long drawn out process by pulling at it and dragging it all the way down to the bottom of her hair. Looked way more painful than my way but fine! Then we get to the washing the hair part of the shower. This does not go well and she is screaming at me again. Now we are just about finished and I begin to squeeze out the excess water (gently because I have learned my lesson) and she again yells “YOU ARE HURTING ME!! STOP IT!!” and starts batting my hands away.
Well, that was enough to send me over the edge. Six years (okay, probably more like 5 since she was bald for the first year) of screaming and crying over hair was all I could take. I sat her down on the toilet and said “stay there – we are cutting your hair!” Something took over me….out came the scissors….brushing it to make sure it was even I cut off a good three inches of hair. Bill came into the bathroom and mouthed “what are you doing??!!”
It turns out that I’m pretty good at cutting hair. Who knew? Maybe I’ll have a mid-life career change. Bill commented that it looked really cute when I was done. Catherine got over it later that night and the next day told me that she liked it even better now.
I’m pretty sure every mom has some kind similar story. We’ve all gone over the edge at one point or another. We are lucky to have another day to start all over again.
Before (Friday night)
After (Sunday)