Breathe In, Breathe Out
This winter has been so trying, not anything like previous winters which were dotted with warmish days and peeks of sunshine. Not so this year. It's been continuous snow and bitter cold since Christmas, and that's not an exaggeration.
Today has been typical of this year on the outside - 30 degrees, winter storm warning, ice, snow, sleet, and wind. And no playing outside. But today was not perhaps as typical inside. We are having to find more and more to do. I got out Moon Sand, which is a wet moulding sand, and let Sher and Eth play with it all morning. Our kitchen was a mess and sand was tracked everywhere. But I smiled, cleaned it up, and was gracious that it all took up a chunk of time.
Then came the afternoon. During "rest time" (I was napping and Phil was working on taxes), Phil heard things going on in Sheridan's room, like water running and the blow dryer blowing. We thought nothing of it until the two eldest Frick children emerged about 2:30 and woke me from my nap. This was not the source of my utter frustration. The source of my frustration was the fact that they had been playing "Beauty Shop" and cut their hair. That' right.
Ethan was missing a little chunk from the front, but would be easily fixable; plus he claimed, "I was just trying to be handsome". He also reeked of Phil's styling gel.
Sheridan was apparently tired of the long bangs hanging in her face and proceeded to cut a chunk of them off. About 1 cm from her scalp. I was mortified and she was immediately tearful. I couldn't believe she had done it! After all, she is my responsible, conservative child. She also smelled of styling gel and my hairspray. It took me an hour to get calm and get things in perspective. She was in her room reading when I went up to talk to her. I calmly explained it would take almost a year to grow it back out, and we experimented with styles to cover it up. There were very few.
I have decided this is just one of those things parents and kids go through, and will be quite funny someday. I am angry at the weather mostly. If it had been nicer out, none of this would have happened. At the end of the day, nothing was truly harmed, and I am still thankful that I have children who can walk, talk, and play creatively together.
Tonight I fixed a good, hearty dinner to soothe everyone's minds and souls. Now we are doing dishes and listening to "Hotel Yorba". Life really is truly good.
This winter has been so trying, not anything like previous winters which were dotted with warmish days and peeks of sunshine. Not so this year. It's been continuous snow and bitter cold since Christmas, and that's not an exaggeration.
Today has been typical of this year on the outside - 30 degrees, winter storm warning, ice, snow, sleet, and wind. And no playing outside. But today was not perhaps as typical inside. We are having to find more and more to do. I got out Moon Sand, which is a wet moulding sand, and let Sher and Eth play with it all morning. Our kitchen was a mess and sand was tracked everywhere. But I smiled, cleaned it up, and was gracious that it all took up a chunk of time.
Then came the afternoon. During "rest time" (I was napping and Phil was working on taxes), Phil heard things going on in Sheridan's room, like water running and the blow dryer blowing. We thought nothing of it until the two eldest Frick children emerged about 2:30 and woke me from my nap. This was not the source of my utter frustration. The source of my frustration was the fact that they had been playing "Beauty Shop" and cut their hair. That' right.
Ethan was missing a little chunk from the front, but would be easily fixable; plus he claimed, "I was just trying to be handsome". He also reeked of Phil's styling gel.
Sheridan was apparently tired of the long bangs hanging in her face and proceeded to cut a chunk of them off. About 1 cm from her scalp. I was mortified and she was immediately tearful. I couldn't believe she had done it! After all, she is my responsible, conservative child. She also smelled of styling gel and my hairspray. It took me an hour to get calm and get things in perspective. She was in her room reading when I went up to talk to her. I calmly explained it would take almost a year to grow it back out, and we experimented with styles to cover it up. There were very few.
I have decided this is just one of those things parents and kids go through, and will be quite funny someday. I am angry at the weather mostly. If it had been nicer out, none of this would have happened. At the end of the day, nothing was truly harmed, and I am still thankful that I have children who can walk, talk, and play creatively together.
Tonight I fixed a good, hearty dinner to soothe everyone's minds and souls. Now we are doing dishes and listening to "Hotel Yorba". Life really is truly good.
Sheridan's new lovely 'do...
This is such an Ethan pout. All this attention got him down I guess. You can see the notch taken out of his hair.
Yikes, that's short! I was desperate the other day and let the girls play with corn meal and rice. What a mess.
ReplyDeleteWell, it's 4,5,6,7, grab your blow dryer, and grab hold of your bangs 'cause your mama's gonna cry-a; all they got inside is cut-and-see.
ReplyDeleteSorry about the bad lyrical knockoff. Sorry, too, about the Frick hair situation: if it makes you feel any better, you will definitely laugh about this later. Because it was very funny in the telling!