A Hairy Mistake

It's been a long tiring day. Mr Smiley is at an age where shall we just say he is very curious and inquisitive. It's hard work and I can't take my eyes off him for a second. We all know however it is impossible to be attached to a child every second of the day particularly when you have other littlies needing your attention. Mr Smiley put me through my paces today with his antics and ultimately my plan for the day just didn't happen. Because I was tidying up after the children anyway I thought I would try and be extra productive with this change to my plan and re-organise the boys home school possessions so as to make them more accessible.What a good idea I said to myself...mmmm...the truth was it probably was a good idea but for a different day for quite quickly I was surrounded in chaos. There were builders wanting drinks, child number 2 needing assistance in the bathroom, phone ringing, books everywhere, pretend money scattered among the books, pencils and crayons strewn across the floor and a baby tipping a box of plastic eggs over his head. At that moment I was torn between crying and being relieved that the eggs were plastic. Some big deep breaths and a baby being distracted with food and I managed to claw the situation back under control.

Unfortunately it had left me quite frazzled. Dinner was late and then I burnt it by trying to see to all the chores at once, my poor husband thankfully didn't comment on this, either he was being incredibly nice or his taste buds were faulty today. Even with these mounting disasters I still thought it would be a good idea to at least try and achieve one of my goals for the day and that was to cut Mr Cheeky's hair.

He has lovely soft hair, quite fine compared to his older brother's hair which still leaves me speechless and looking for the industrial scissors to shear off his mane. I have never wished to take my clippers to Mr Cheeky's hair as I didn't think such short hair would suit him so I have always used scissors. But tonight the little lad was tired, I was tired and the clippers were inviting. The little lad tearfully asked me to use the clippers in the hope that it would speed up this tortuous event. With clippers in hand I started working my way around his head, using it's longest setting, nearly done, just the front to do and then it happened. I had accidentally knocked the guard to grade 2 and took a strip off Mr Cheeky's gorgeous hair. My heart was in my mouth. I still feel guilty now. The poor boy had then to sit longer as I then had to try and blend the mistake into his hair by taking everything short. I think I have managed to get away with doing a grade 4 cut all over rather than a 2 but it is still much shorter than I would have liked and it has confirmed that I should always use scissors with his hair. He is happy however and still gorgeous, and thankfully his hair will grow back.

What have I learned? Plenty. Always check the comb grade setting on the clippers, never cut the boys' hair in the evening, don't try giving myself extra tasks when looking after an inquisitive baby, children are exceptionally forgiving of our mistakes, some things can wait and would be better achieved on another day.

I am tired, Mr Smiley is curled in my lap, a gentle reminder that even these tired days will be but a memory soon enough as he will grow. I think I will just cuddle him a little bit more before I make my weary way to bed.