Today was our first day back to normal after a long, busy weekend. I always love having an extra day added to our weekends- I think every Monday should be eliminated, personally! Even though PJ chose to wake up before 6am every day this weekend (what the hell, child?) it's always nice to have any opportunity to enjoy a relaxed, alarm-free morning.
I know he needs the haircut. His hair is too thick and too heavy to let grow. I would much rather the haircut go as fast as possible, rather than plead and cajole with him, an endeavor that could take hours. So, I wrap my arms around him to hold him still while our stylists hovers about us, snipping and buzzing away. If you ever want to feel like a failure as a parent- even if you are doing something you know will help your child (shots are a perfect example)- go ahead and hold them down to make them do something they are scared of. It'll break you inside every time.
Today, when I dropped PJ off at school, everyone fussed over his haircut. It's a really, really good haircut. He looks so handsome and grown-up and I can almost forget that I had to hold him down to get it done.