Today, I found it hard to leave the house. But my son has a scheduled MMA class, and so I had to. I'd rather have continued helping my older son with his science poster project, but I'm the only adult in the house.
I've been wanting to get my bangs trimmed for a month or more. I figured 45 minutes was enough time to get them done, and I was already out and about. I went to the supercuts and saw there wasn't much of a wait - just an older man and a child getting a trim already in the chairs, and one adult male waiting. Knowing it takes ten minutes for my kids to get their hair cut, and maybe 20 for an adult male, I had plenty of time.
Boy, was I wrong. I arrived at 6:38pm. I did not have to leave until 7:20pm. I was not even close to being called up to the chair. Seriously. That's 42 minutes of the little kid in the chair, and he looked done when I arrived. The adult male took the older male's spot not ten minutes before I had to leave.
But I feel like a failure. I am having such trouble processing daily tasks lately that I can't even get my bangs cut. I can't leave my house. And I can't clean the house I'm in for the irrational fear that it will collapse on me. I'm afraid of being too firm with my kids, so I'm not firm enough.
I'm just a failure of an adult. My brain fries at the smallest speed bump. No wonder Scott wants the kids.
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