Let me just start by saying that I didn't intend, when I started this blog, to write everyday. I guess I've just had more on my mind than I thought I did and it's such a release to get it on "paper".
Every parent has something that they know almost every child does but somewhere in the back of their mind they hope against hope (and are slightly proud when it seems as though THEIR child has passed that stage without having participated in said naughtiness) that their little angel will skip that particular behavior. For me, that 'naughtiness' was self haircuts. As a friend of mine recently said in
her blog "Either blog or cry...". So, here I am again today, ready to blog about what I cried about earlier (sorry Gretchen I couldn't help but shed a few tears!).
I woke up this morning and after fixing breakfast for Lily and myself was hit with a load of tiredness. The kind that makes you do the "open-mouth-jello-necked head bob (compliments of Jeff Foxworthy)". Lily was happily playing in her room and my bedroom door was closed--or so I thought--as I sat dozing on the couch trying to finish my cup of coffee. Which, by the way, I nearly spilled several times! I was awakened (darn it! I thought I was staying awake) by a phone call and then realized about 5 minutes into my conversation that I couldn't hear anything coming from Lily's room. Now this doesn't always signal trouble but most times an awake AND QUIET Lily means she's gotten into something.
I went into her bedroom to find her in the corner with the tiny manicure scissors I keep in my bathroom drawer (which is in my bedroom and I was wrong, the door wasn't closed) for those pesky hang nails. And, yes, a pile of beautiful blonde angel hair on the floor and her shoulders. She looked up with a 'look, Mom, I'm a big girl' smile and said, "I did a princess haircut!"
Immediately tears came to my eyes, and because I was so upset I didn't want to give a spanking (which is what I've always heard is the thing to do in this kind of situation). So, instead as I picked up her hair and the scissors I explained that because she had used scissors on her hair--and not on paper only--that the "hair cutting girl" was going to have to chop off all her pretty hair. She lost it! Real tears and begging and pleading, "I don't want her to chop off all my pretty hair!" She cried for about 15 minutes about it and then would randomly start crying again for the next hour every time she would think about it. So, I guess that's punishment enough.
Fortunately, after emailing a couple pictures to a friend of mine that works at a salon she said it should be a pretty easy fix and isn't going to cost me an arm and a leg!