Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Mother for Sale

Does anyone know of a good therapist for children? I'm pretty sure that they're going to need it for every time I've cut their hair. I'm not kidding! I seriously dread when the time comes to cut my children's hair. Some probably wonder why I let my kids get so shaggy. It's because I know that I'm going to have to deal with major trauma. Adam is the worst. Oh my goodness! To hear him carry on, you would think that the worst thing possible was happening to him. I try to coax and be soft. Then he carries on so that I find myself losing patience and it becomes a serious battle. He is so prone to be afraid of everything. You should have seen us trick or treating on Halloween. Whenever someone with a mask got anywhere near, he would start freaking out desperately clinging to my legs. I wouldn't say he was much of a risk-taker. By the time it's all over, I always vow that I will NEVER cut my children's hair again. But then I can never bring myself to paying someone else money to do what I can do. So, I guess it all comes down to the money. My children need therapy because I wanted to save a few bucks! Poor Lincoln spent the rest of his evening following after me with his "blanky" saying, "Mommy, I want you!" Evidently he was in need of some nurturing after his haircut. Some reassurance that his mother did in fact still love him. My poor children...I just may have to put myself on Ebay..."One Mother for sale, one mother for sale. One haircutting, head holding mother for sale...."