Mommy's Barber Shop

From time to time I get this "antsy" feeling. I just have to do something. Anything to get moving...oddly enough the moving settles me. It often comes after a long period of business, followed by a lull, like the past couple of days have been after the last two weeks. When I was a kid, I would rearrange my room (those of you who knew me back then probably remember my frequent remodelings). Sometimes I clean like crazy. Which is why my house is either dirty because we are so busy, or freakishly clean because I have too much time on my hands. And which is why my floors are not only washed today, but also conditioned. Or I just reorganize everything, which my pantry is in desperate need of right now!

I guess I just have a hard time sitting still. This is why I like knitting and blogging. They are things to do in the evening while Adam and I watch the shows we like that keep me from actually having to sit still and do nothing but watch. Is this too big of a peek into insanity that is me?

Anyhow, from time my kids are victims of my "bustling," as Adam calls it. Sometimes it is a massive clean-out of all unnecessary toys (which just occurred Saturday), or a reorganizing of the toys to make them neater, or really anything to make it all more orderly, but last night it was the hair on their heads. I looked at the kids and thought, "What a gaggle of raggamuffins I have." So I took action.

Two of my least favorite mommy jobs are trimming fingernails (which is why my kids often look like mini-Draculas), and cutting hair (one teensy slip and...HOLE!). Adam always wants to save money by having me do it (he seems to think I am better at it than him, but maybe that is just an excuse because he doesn't want to do it either!), but it makes me nervous! However, last night I couldn't fight the antsy feeling, so today everyone, including Adam, is donning a new do! It didn't go too badly, although the last of Ben's summer blond came off, and I miss it already. But otherwise, there are only a few little "oopsies" and everyone looks a little less raggedy, if a tiny bit holey.

Hey, Merry Christmas all!