I messed up.
I made one of those rash, irreversible decisions.
and I pretty much regret every moment of it.
I should have just accepted that this is just one of those things I simply cannot do on my own. I could add it to the list of things I can't do on my own such as: changing the light bulb in my front hallway, managing my iCloud and checking my tire pressure. Those are just things I cannot do - and I completely accept that. Completely.
I just couldn't take it anymore. Something in me snapped and before I realized it, I was hanging onto that lock of hair that was reminiscent of Donnie Wahlberg's rat tail circa early 90's that was no longer attached to my kid's head.
Now before you go blaming me - or remind me of the time my dog wouldn't come out from under the bed for a week because I cut her hair, you must know that I was tricked into having hair cutting confidence. I have a kit and in this kit is a cape. A FREAKING CAPE. Like the whole official wrap around your neck at Supercuts sort of cape. Of course I didn't use that dumb thing because I am way beyond that - or so I thought.
...and now my child looks like a cross between T-Boz from TLC and Friar Tuck.
I am hanging up my scissors and that damn cape forever. I will never touch hair cutting tools again.
PS - My brother posted this picture of his cat:
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