A lot of you seemed to be surprised that I get a day off… just because I work from home does not mean I don’t have a regular schedule. I have a pretty regimented work schedule- complete with a day off- Wednesday. Since eBay is generally rocking on Sunday- I spend a lot of time on the computer on the weekend- either listing vintage junk on eBay or editing photos. With the eBay gig, accounting for a couple of businesses and the blogging- I get pretty burned out from the computer. Therefore I try to take a day off from work and the computer. Neither of which really ever happen. For one there is always a lot of house work with five kids… so you could say my day off is devoted to housework. Too I sometimes find myself on the computer on my day off reading news or blogs- but I try not to get on the computer one day a week. It helps to center oneself to get away from the computer- or so I have heard…
Anyway- Wednesday was not very relaxing. For one the house was a wreck and two my two year old daughter looked like she had been living under a rock for sometime. She had very long hair (longer then in this picture of her sorting vintage jewelry) and it was very natty in back. This is despite regular washings and attempts at combing or brushing it. Anyway long story short and I decided that I would give her a vintage wedge haircut. I should mention at this point- I don’t know how to cut hair. I do on occasion give the men folk in the household haircuts- but they are all variations of a high and tight or some other military haircut.
I thought this would be an easy haircut to do- basically I was going to catch the girl wrap my legs around her pinning her to the kitchen floor. We would both sit Indian style with my legs wrapped over hers-then I would cut around her head in one sweeping motion kind of like the haircut Moe Howard of the Three Stooges wore… only I called it the Dorothy Hamill to make it sound more feminine when I discussed my plan with my husband before hand. This was my plan and it seemed good to me!
Catching Miss Beastly (she is a total rough neck and meaner then all my boys combined) was hard enough, but I managed to get her pinned. First I hacked off her bangs and then started on the sides. Each time I cut the sides though she flopped her head down like her neck was broken. Soon enough I gave up getting them even and started loping off the back. At this point she kept turning to me saying, “Are we done Mom? Are we done Mom?”
Over and over- she continued with more wiggling and flopping broken neck gestures. The more I tried to cut the more she flopped around. Luckily no ears or fingers were cut off in the process. To say it did not go well would be kind- I pretty much butchered my two year old’s hair. The funny thing is though no matter how poorly the haircut looks especially from behind- she still manages to look cute as a bug’s ear…(as my Mom says).
It’ll grow out anyway and I’ll get it right next time. You might be saying “next time- are you mad woman?’
Yes mad and cheap… enough to tackle giving a two year old a haircut again!
Why didn’t you do it while she was asleep? That’s how I have to trim the dog’s nails.
I can’t do it while she’s sleeping because she wakes up at the drop of a pin and she’s a SCREAMER!!! Oh and when is this going to take place anyway- she doesn’t nap and she stays up later then I care too?
Dogs and two year olds are not comparative…ok. Dogs in general are better behaved.
Dave cut my hair once. It was bad. Very. I had a fringe at that point. He just grabbed it all together in one clump, and before I had time to even open my mouth to protest, he’d chopped the whole lot off. I had a ridiculous bridge shaped fringe, which I then grew out. Dave is not allowed within a metre of me with a pair of scissors now! Your daughter’s haircut looks much more successful than that!
Aw, she’s adorable. I’m sure the cheapo haircuts are the way to go for now anyway. She’s young and cute enough to get away with it. But when she becomes self-aware, you’ll have to start shelling out the dough for the salon.
So five kids seems like a lot of work. I wonder what ever made you decide to have more after say, 3? Or maybe at that point, it just didn’t matter any more? Would you have more?
Hi Jen- I laughed so hard when your comment came through my email. Sorry- I can’t imagine what he (Dave) was thinking.
I had really long dark red hair for about ten years. About two summers ago I asked Jer to cut it off so I didn’t have to wear a huge bun all summer. So he did and he did a great job. It was so comfortable for the summer. He just cut about 15 inches off the back and that was that.
Teeni- I suspect around school age we will have to stop cutting her hair, and dressing her in boy hand me downs. She has new dresses too- but for general wear around the house… jeans are jeans and sweat shirts are sweat shirts…
Five kids really isn’t a lot of work. I have live in babysitters and a lot of freedom in my mid thirties. Sometimes I feel like I don’t have enough time with them. I had two boys in my early 20’s and that was a lot of work. I didn’t know what I was doing and still wanted to get out a lot. In my early thirties we decided we wanted another baby. That was Terry- then everyone said we should have one more for him to play with and along came Senja. Ummm Julian we have no idea where he came from. When I found out I was pregnant I didn’t even want to deal with it- plus my Dad had just died. I went in to see my OB at five months and he was shocked when he picked up my chart and saw my name. He was like “what are you doing here?”
I am not really sure if Julians our kid- he’s huge. He’s not a year old and he wears 18 and 24 month old clothes. He’s like this huge amiable monster wad of a baby. I can’t imagine my life with out him.
Little Mis Rough Neck sure is adorable!!! When I was 7, my mom won an electric hair trimmer playing bingo. My dad held me down against my will and my mom snipped me a moe bowl cut. I screamed and cried as if they had tortured me lol!!!! At school the next day, the kids made fun of me and I was so embarrassed! That was the last hair cut my mom ever gave me (she wasn’t very good at it). I think that ordeal really messed me up lol!
I think it’s funny that your Mom won clippers at Bingo… I only play for cold hard cash! The rest of the story is sad and traumatic- no wonder you write horror stories!