i cried this morning. a lot.
it is always a little hard for me to acknowledge my failures. i am a success-oriented type of person. i do a lot of things very well, and i take pride in a job well done.
i am a great many things, and i am good at most of them.
there are some things i am not. and when i'm not, i'm REALLY not. i even fail spectacularly.
i am NOT a barber.
this poor child. |
it seemed so simple. trim straight across the back of his head to get rid of the rat tail. that's all. a few straight snips.
two things i did not consider:
- john has never sat still for a moment of his life. of course when i try to cut his hair, he practices nodding, and looking up at the ceiling and down at the floor.
- i am not a barber.
i cried hard.
needless to say, we will be stopping by somewhere after work to get it fixed. and i will never - NEVER - i solemnly swear NEVER - take a scissors to my child's hair ever again. never.
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