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Trauma
I tried to cut the Lego Lover’s hair a couple nights ago but I quit in frustration after about an hour. I can’t cut hair and he was too wriggly and I wasn’t up to spending hours on his hair as I’ve done in the past. I told him we were going to the barber. He wasn’t happy about it but eventually accepted it (after a meltdown, of course).
I took both boys yesterday afternoon. LL was first and the hair stylist wasn’t very good, in my opinion. She was impatient and rough with him. This might have been partially my fault for not briefing her more appropriately on LL but I still think she was pretty poor. LL was in major stress by the end. I spent the whole time just tyring to get through it but I wish that I had just shouted at her to behave professionally with her customer. Fortunately the torture only lasted about ten minutes. I think it seemed far longer to both of us.