I have some guilt about an All About Me purchase I’m going to be making soon, so I’ve been trying to save money here and there.
When Alex suggests going out to dinner, I suggest taco night. When he suggests going to The Container Store to buy the elfa system for my kids’ closet that my friend suggested, and which I totally want, I tell him we can wait awhile. When Alex suggests that we join a pool this summer, I talk him out of it. (This last one also has something to do with me not being able to handle my three kids at a pool. I like all of them and would hate to see anyone drown.)
There’s also the $60 or so that I was going to drop at Cartoon Cuts today. I started thinking about whether I could cut hair at home and about how often two-thirds of my kids scream while we’re there. And I was thinking about how we buzz-cut Jack and I really don’t need to pay $20 to get that done. Plus, his hair isn’t very long yet these days anyway.
Then I thought about this post and my comment on it:
We also go to Cartoon Cuts and pay a gazillion dollars for the haircuts. Although with three kids there’s a quantity discount. (I can’t believe I have enough kids to qualify for a quantity discount.)
My oldest LOVES the place (TV, lollipop! Although there was a brief period when they didn’t give out lollipops and we had to troll the whole shopping center until we ended up at Buy Buy Baby where they sold candy.). My middle son likes it IF they are showing something other than Scooby Doo, Spongebob, or Thomas, all of which he is terrified of and which is all they had last time. After much screaming, they put on Dora for him.
My youngest? Screams no matter what. Yeah, we’re that family.
We’re going to have to go there sometime this week. Wish us luck. (And Dora.)
I can cut hair at home. How hard can it be?*
Oh, I’m kidding. Here are my real supplies:
Okay, let’s recreate the Cartoon Cuts experience. TV is on. Lollipops are in the cupboard. Vacuum is at the ready. Here we go!
Snip. Snip. Snip… Oh, shit.
And the cowlicks. How could I forget about them? Sam has two. Okay. Bangs are (mostly) straight, if not a little shorter than intended. What to do with his incredibly thick, bushy hair?
How about a bunch of random, choppy cuts? I resist the urge to cut off the cowlick hair, realizing that if it is shorter it will just stick straight up. Maybe I should buzz cut Sam too.
What I really want to do is grow his hair out. It would be gorgeous. And easier, I think. I’m just not sure (a) how to get past the “awkward” stage and (b) how to convince Sam that guys with long hair are cool, especially guys with thick, bushy hair like his.
I give up. Here’s the finished product:
Sam says he likes it and asks for a lollipop.
For Quinn, who is TERRIFIED of hair cutting, I give him his
lollipop piece of chocolate ahead of time to distract him. I plan on mostly sticking to this guy’s bangs.
Snip. Snip. Snip. Easy peasy:
Candy for a bribe: $1
Haircutting scissors: $7
Not having to rush my kids to a real hairstylist to fix my mistake: Priceless.
* Harder than you might think.