Today’s Back2Blogging task at SITS is to re-publish a post that you wrote in the past that maybe did not get much attention. This post was originally published in April of 2008 and takes me back to those days I spent juggling three kids under the age of five :
30 seconds chasing down Maile so I could fix her hair.
1 minute brushing it all out nicely while she whined and complained and Kainoa made his way over to my leg.
45 seconds parting it down the middle with two rubber bands in my mouth while Maile and Kainoa whined and complained and Laina got hungry.
2 minutes delicately and carefully placing two little half up ponys evenly at the top of her head while trying to ignore Kainoa climbing up my leg (steady now) whining and complaining with Maile whining and complaining while hungry Laina also whined and complained.
I felt like I either wanted to hurt someone or take a shot of tequila, but instead, I calmly finished my motherly hair fixing duties, picked up the crying baby and got Laina a cracker.
It took Maile about 10 seconds to start pulling out her hair and then begin crying because it was stuck and wouldn’t come all the way out.
All that for nothing.
It took me about 5 seconds to stomp over to Maile, anger and frustration written all over my face and pull the ponys from her hair.
Do you have any idea how HARD it was to not get in her face and yell,
“THERE!!! AND NOW YOUR HAIR LOOKS UGLY!!!!” and then turn around to everyone and scream “IN FACT YOU’RE ALL UGLY!!!! EVERY LAST FREAKING ONE OF YOU!!!”
Alas, I did not.