Yesterday I took the kids to get haircuts. Now you wouldn't think this is a big deal and for 4ft it isn't -- he loves LOVES to get his hair cut. The Grumpybutt does not and to say he hates it isn't a strong enough word to describe the loathing he has for the whole process. I even pay more to take them to a kid specialty salon and still he acts like every strand of hair that is cut is a painful and personal affront to his person.
He goes limp. He screams. He cries. He whimpers. And the whole time he tries to burrow into me as I try to keep the hair from getting in his mouth while murmuring words of encouragement and trying not to show how embarrassed I am that he's acting like the hair stylist is cutting him.
I swore the last time I'd never do it again without the Husband there to stand with him while I pretended he was someone else's child. (Does that make me a bad person? Oh well.) It's exhausting to get his hair done. But there I found myself, alone, with three kids, walking into the hair salon.
Fun times. Never again. I know I've said it before but I mean it this time.
Now today against my better judgement I'm taking all three kids, by myself (I'm hoping my mom descends upon me like an avenging angel and goes with me) to get an Easter picture done. Again, 4ft I'm not worried about. He canNOT wait to get on his little Easter suit (that he insisted on getting, don't look at me like that) and cheese for the camera. The Snugglebear will look adorable in her Easter finest and say nary a word (since she can't talk) and will easily get her picture taken (I hope). However, in a fit of madness I got the Grumpybutt a matching Easter suit which I shall be wrestling onto his protesting person and pray to the gods of photography that I get at least ONE picture where his demon nature isn't showing.
What was I thinking?
3 comments:
Is your motto "I'm not happy until you're not happy"? Cause if so... winning!
You're just jealous you can't have my kind of fun. :P
Haircuts with Zachary (and many more things, like nail trimming...ACK!) are a NIGHTMARE so I can totally relate.
I am not above bribery, though...and lately nail trimming and haircuts have gotten a LOT easier. I think it's because he's almost 6 and is "growing out of" the stage he's been in since before birth. LOL I read a book by Dr. Sears (forget the title, but something like the Difficult Child? LOL) and it basically said that these really REALLY hard kids suck until they are 6 and then they are magically transformed into peaceful loving EASIER TO HANDLE children. I'm seeing glimpses every so often (except last night, when I said I HAVE TO TALK TO YOUR DAD FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!!! and he melted into a puddle of fake tears and hurt feelings because, how dare I try to take FIVE MINUTES away from HIS precious Daddy time at 9 PM?????) (wow, tangent much? LOL...what was I saying? oh right, easier. ha) that I do have a sliver of hope. Sometimes. Not right now, but maybe tomorrow? LOL
HUGS to you!
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