Right before supper Caleb asked to comb my hair. "Sure Caleb..." (We have done this many times) One comb and then I feel a pull. "What are you doing Caleb?" "I don't know Mommy" I put my hand up and the panic begins. He has completely twisted the comb into my hair at the top of my head. I work at it for 15 min with no success. Matt comes home at this point and tries for another 20 min with the same results.
The kids were getting hungry and anxious so Matt suggested we go ahead and leave it until we put them to bed and then he would work on it. So I sat through supper, cleaned up the kitchen and put the kids to bed with a comb stuck in my hair...
Let's keep in mind -it's the end of one of THOSE days -Caleb had been picking on his sister, disobeying me, and Fiona has been keeping us up many nights with a cough and cold
-I have no sense of humor left.
Yes -I'm clearly thinking here "WHY am I a mother?"
Just before we began, Matt went downstairs to the basement saying he needed to get some tools...
After about 45 minutes of using the pliers and cutting the comb into itty bitty pieces we had success!
Thank you Matt!
God certainly has a way of teaching lessons -just started this book and this project this first week of 2012...listing things to be thankful for every day.
Yes Caleb -I am so thankful for you and love you very much...but you will never be playing hairstylist again with me!
