It was only a matter of time.
After getting beat down on a daily basis over the last five years, I’ve gotten tired. Some people might call it lazy, but those people can suck it. I prefer tired.
I pretty much let my kids do whatever they want these days. Well, not really, but you know what I mean.
You wanna jump off the arm of the sofa and dive head-first into a ball pit in the living room? Go ahead, have a blast.
You wanna wear your pajamas underneath your regular day clothes? Fine, you look ridiculous, but it’s not killing anyone.
You insist on making loud, screeching noises for no reason while we’re eating lunch? Be my guest, I’ve learned how to tune it all out.
Again, call it lazy parenting, but I see it more like ‘picking your battles’.
The only things that I’ve really stuck to my guns with are knives, scissors or anything that could remotely be fashioned into a prison shank. I’ve made my VERY best effort to not let the kids use scissors.
You want something cut? What is it? Bring it to me, I’ll cut it for you. Perhaps I’m putting my kids at a disadvantage by not allowing them to hone their dexterity and craft skills, but there’s always been good reason for it.
There’s nothing like walking upstairs and seeing a continuous trail of hair snippets that lead into your daughter’s room.
With each step I took and lock that I collected, I was just waiting to open up her bedroom door and see Sinead O’Connor sitting on her bed, writing songs with her Etch-a-Sketch.
Luckily, giving herself bangs on the lefthand side of her head was all she had the energy for.
I know this could’ve been much worse. Heck, I’m sure a handful of you have documented the occasion. So go ahead, share your very best #hairselfie story with us.