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So yeterday was an eventful Hotmess day. One of those days that just doesn’t seem like it will end. Between trying to catch up on the mountain of dishes in the sink, the pile of laundry needing to be folded, the baby that constantly wants to be held, the toddler getting into everything, and the big kids fighting, I just haven’t been able to catch my breath. It’s amazing I haven’t committed myself to the loony bin yet. I mean–the day started out great. I got some yoga in, had some coffee, and that’s about where the good vibrations ended.
The entire day was filled with just constant bickering, constant reminders that no, we don’t eat the dog food. I’m telling you, my kids seriously lost their minds. I was saying phrases that reminded me of my mother, and isn’t that just what every girl wants to here? I wasn’t able to do anything right, let alone get anything done.
“Oh I didn’t put your milk in the right cup, I’m sorry.”
“Oh, I’m not going to the store to get gummy worms? Yep, I’m a horrible person.”
Nap time? Forget that. It was not going to happen.
So I really shouldn’t have been surprised when at 6pm, right as we were headed out the door to have a evening workout (something I was looking forward to all day), my 4 year old little princess informs me that….well here just take a look!
Yep, that’s right, she cut her hair. Her beautiful long hair was now completely botched!!! Now I get it, it’s just hair, but it was just the cherry on top of an already overwhelming day, so yea I lost it. I’m talking ugly crying 😭.
I was crying because of her hair, because I was overtired, because the grass was green; those hormones just came right out. On our way to the mall, because obviously I was not getting a workout in, she was crying, I was crying, everyone was crying. I immediately called my mom, who, of course, gave me her mom wisdom and helped calm me down. After that I collected myself and gave each of us a pep talk. I told her she was going to get a short haircut, but no matter what, she is beautiful.
We walked into the salon, which by the way was WAY overpriced for a 4 year old’s hair cut, and the lady just stared at her hair. Right away she got to work. Penny, of course, was clinging–no–leaching to my arm, until she decided she’d much rather watch kids play with toys on YouTube. Once her hair was combed, sprayed, and parted, the hacking began. Not going to lie, I don’t think I was breathing during the entire process. I was just holding it together as every lock of that beautiful hair fell to the ground.
It was a nerve-racking ordeal, but we got it done. She was completely shocked at the person standing in the mirror, I could tell she didn’t like it and was starting to cry, so I told her it looks just like “Kit,” the American girl doll. It’s not ideal, but in the end she is still the same spunky little girl I love, and she’s excited for new ribbons and bows.
So what are the lessons we learned from this whole ordeal?
- NEVER let your kids out of your sight. Don’t blink, don’t even pee, just don’t do it.
- Just assume that the more kids you have, the crazier it will be.
- Ban all scissors from the house.
- There is not enough wine in the world to deal with all the whine.
- Hair will grow back.
- Learn to laugh it off.
- Your mother was right.
- Make the coffee extra strong next time.
- Relocate to the wilderness, where the cleanliness of your house doesn’t matter.
- Embrace the Hotmess and everything that comes with it. They may be a Hotmess but you are lucky to have them and they are lucky to have you.
Now go have a glass of wine and cry it out mama, you have earned it!
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