I cut Hazel's hair tonight on a whim. I've never cut hair before. I mean, I've helped buzz my boys heads--but that can hardly count. My biggest "help" is actually holding them down so Jed can buzz.
Tonight after Hazel washed her hair (which she has decided she can't stand doing) I looked at her long wet hair, remembered how badly it has needed to be cut, realized how long I've known that, and decided I was going to try cutting it. It was already past 8 o'clock, and we still had 20 minute tidy-up the house time (my favorite new idea), reading Christmas books and a promised short Christmas movie, if the tidying went well. So cutting hair should not have been in the cards. But I swear the scissors (totally crappy by the way) just got themselves into my hands and started cutting before I had time to completely think it through.
I had a few moments of: what in the world did I get myself into (and I'm not even saying hell didn't make it into that mind sentence), but in the end I think it turned out okay. I'm sure it's not totally even, and Jed will absolutely notice (and probably fix it while I'm not looking--just like he does with all my home improvement projects), and it did put us behind for bedtime (which I can't stand), but it's done now, and I don't have to think about it anymore.
The thing is, I find I'm so busy trying to get the basic things done (like the giant pile of laundry upstairs that I should be folding right now) that I don't get to the extra things, so they stay undone, or in this case, shaggy, for too long. I just don't remember to set up haircut appointments, or take my things to the dry cleaners or tune my piano. In the next life I swear I'll have that kind of mind, but until then, we'll likely have choppy haircuts and spotted dry clean only jackets.