H’s birthday is coming up soon and so I asked Hubby to take our child for a hair cut. “Just a trim”, I said, “so that he doesn’t look scruffy on his photos”. On Tuesday morning he left the house as my little long-haired baby boy and he came back that afternoon as a grown up! I know Hubby wasn’t happy that I had given him a task to complete on his day off, but I will give him the benefit of the doubt and say that he didn’t mean to break my heart with any malicious intent. I was told that H was lucky to be returned with any ears left because of the amount of wriggling he did trying to fight the hairdresser off. Apparently his face was a mixture of snot, tears, hair and white chocolate buttons. I too shed some tears that evening but (pardon the pun) the new look has grown on me now.
With the haircut has come a massive shift in attitude. Everything is now “No Mummy”. He doesn’t know what he wants, all he knows is that he wants it now. Constant whingeing. Thinking up ways to distract him I even made him a set of drums from pots and pans as that was easier on the ears than the noise he was making. Desperate times!
In a last minute attempt to relax we packed the caravan up and nipped down to the coast after work on Friday. We spent a lovely long weekend in Anglesey. No Wi-Fi, no phone reception and no sunshine. But despite that we had a great time. We enjoyed it that much that we have secured ourselves a caravan pitch for the rest of the season in a lovely little site where H can run around getting sweaty and entertaining the retired couples, and I can sit drinking wine from a plastic beaker whilst keeping my eye on him. Heaven.
Have a good week everyone
Harry’s Honest Mummy x