attitude?

I might be sporting quite the attitude today . . . and not a good one. I can’t seem to get past it . . . though I haven’t tried very hard. I don’t cuss on regular basis but today the potty mouth words have found their way into my irritated rantings. Uh, and yes, I am human . . . not perfect. And today I apparently needed to clarify and solidify that very fact.

Tobias has also been whiny, irrational, and emotional today . . . yeah, thats not tied into the way his momma was acting all day.

Bath time is right before bed time. I had noticed Toby’s hair getting out of order the other day and promised myself I would cut it next bath day. They have baths approximately every other day or so.

Tobias hates getting his hair cut. The scissors were misplaced ions ago and so I use only the clippers . . . the vibrating, man eating and ear chopping clippers. He always has some kind of response to the monster clippers . . . though not so dramatic that I can’t even cut his hair.

Ok, so the rational bit of my brain is whispering not even take on this feat with Tobias. He’s tired, he’s crabby and he’s being as irrational as his mother. But did I heed the rational, wise voice in my head? NO! NO, I did not.

I got the clippers as they ate a snack at the table right before bath time, plugged them and then proceeded (after snack time) to torture Tobias with a serious hair cutting. Hyper ventilation nearly happened several times as the clippers got dangerously close to his ears, yeah, like the top of his head. And I’m positive the neighbors thought I was literally maiming and killing him he was screaming so loud. But once you start to cut, how do you leave it half done? . . . when it dawns on you the rational whisperings were correct and I should heeded them fully and hid the clippers in a locked safe. I couldn’t and got a bit annoyed myself and then yelled at him for being scared to death of the clippers.

Oh the angst and guilt that proceeded that whole ordeal!! I gave him a bath to rid him of all the itchy hair and dressed him for bed. I then held him for 30 minutes . . . both he and Sam . . . reading and talking and apologizing, etc.

And, also, if you were curious . . . no, the haircut does not turn out well when the recipient is maneuvering all over the bathroom counter trying to escape the very clippers that are to take his life.

I have vowed not to ever cut his hair again . . . that is what Barbers are paid 20$ a pop to do . . . and that is where he goes next time . . . unless his all-knowing daddy wants to take on the task. So very traumatizing!

Where T would rather be . . . vs getting a haircut by his crazy mother.