Furious
So dh has just come home. He hasn't seen Elijah yet - 'What's wrong?' he says when he notices my gutted face. 'Elijah's hair' I say.
He goes in and looks at it. 'Why did you get it cut that short?' he moans. 'If I had taken him he wouldn't be looking like that, you were in control'
It was him that told me to go and get his hair cut, not trimmed but cut by the end of this week. Now he is blaming me for it looking so crap. We had his hair trimmed a few months ago, but that wasn't good enough. He wanted it short. Now it is short and looks awful as I told him it would, he blames me!
I feel so cross and equally blame myself. I was there (all be it trying to stop Noah from running out the shop and onto the busy road!) I should have said trimmed, I should have said stop when it was looking cool. I should have waited a few more weeks and got my friend to do it - we could have done it in stages,
I know this probably all seems petty - I mean it's only hair, (and not even mine, but my nearly 7 yr old sons!) but it did take a whole year to grow and it was so lovely and curly. Unusual.
Seriously I can't stop the tears welling up. How pathetic!
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