"I don't want to do my hair!!!!" Arwen stomped around the kitchen. Her normally beautiful face a mask of ugliness. Her hair, a curly tangled mess atop her head.
"Arwen, we have to do your hair. Come on, you still have to eat breakfast and we're late." I finished packing Logan's lunch and walked to the freezer to grab his ice pack. We were running behind this morning and I still had to do Arwen's hair, clean an apple for her snack and get shoes on and tied.
"but I don't want to!" Arwen shouted.
"I swear!!" I stopped zipping Logan's lunchbox. "I'm going to go on strike! Then you can go to school with a nappy head, no shoes and no snack! I'm going to go upstairs and go back to sleep with the baby."
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My husbands voice came out panicked, loud and squeaky.
"Great! Punish me why don't you!"
It's takes a Mom to make the world go round. Mornings like this one make it painfully clear.
1 comments:
Oh... I have *so* had those mornings! Combing the hair is the worst when they fight you on it. **hugs** I feel for you!
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