Whenever I watch the video of my first baby being born, I cringe a little inside when I see my husband breathing through the contractions with me because on that very important day in our lives? He was sporting a Haircut given by me.
My "problem" (and yes, it's a problem) with "thinking I can cut hair" started when I was a young girl and curious to see how I would look with bangs. That set off a chain of events in which I would end up crying, or making someone else cry because I thought it was a good idea to "give 'em a little trim."
Everytime I'd come home from getting a hair cut, I'd find something wrong with it and try to fix it myself. I can't count how many times my husband came home to find me in the bathroom crying and saying things like "OMG. CAN YOU PLEASE SHAVE MY NECK BECAUSE I MESSED UP AND WENT A LITTLE TOO SHORT."
I went through a phase where I truly believed I could cut my husband's hair "just as good, IF NOT BETTER" than the barber and BONUS! I could save us an entire $8 every month in doing so!
Because my husband is precious and loves me,( not because I had went and bought an entire "hair cutting kit" complete with clippers, scissors and combs! at Costco) he decided to go ahead and let me cut his hair.
I was very pregnant with Andrew at the time and I remember the first time I cut his hair VERY WELL. I remember thinking "Seriously, how hard could this be?" But as soon as I started buzzing off the sides of his hair, I was like "This shit is HARD" and also "WHOOPS!"
The thing about cutting hair is that when you go too far on one side, you have to even that shit out on the other and um, let's just say by the time I was done "evening shit out" he had pretty much NO hair left on the side and a big puff of hair on the top. I tried desperately to blend the sides and the top, but the only way that was going to happen is if I shaved it all off.
And let's not even talk about the sideburns. (Or should I say the "lack of sideburns" by the time I was finished.)
I remember when we sat down to watch the video of the birth of our son together for the first time. Aside from the part where I was all "OMG. I think I'm pooping" as the nurse was all "No you're not" while WIPING MY ASS, the most humiliating moment for me was watching my poor, supportive husband helping me through the labor with a totally jacked up up hair cut. I don't even think he realised how bad it was until he saw it on tape. He was like "WOMEN, YOU WILL NEVER CUT MY HAIR AGAIN."
And I agreed because, holy shit, you should have seen it.
One would have thought that my days of giving other people haircuts were over, but one would be wrong in thinking that. One day, a friend who always tries to make me feel like a bad mother was all "I cut my boys hair because why would I pay someone else to do something so easy?" I went all "Oprah" in my agreement with her "Girrrrrrrrrrrrl, I know, right?"
The next day, I went and bought a new haircutting kit (at Costco!) and announced that "from now on, I'LL be cutting your hair!"
That didn't last too long because OH MY GOD, my kids hated me cutting their hair with a passion.
I had no decent place to cut their hair, so we would have to take kitchen chairs out back. And the cuts would take HOURS and those hours were filled with crying, screaming, tantrums, threats and sometimes? Bleeding.
The kids: Wah. Cry. Bitch. Moan. MOM! this is taking forever.
Me: I bet you never complain to the barber about how long it takes.
The kids: Yeah, because the barber doesn't take 3 HOURS.
The kids: OUCH! THAT HURT! YOU'RE HURTING ME!
Me: I bet you never whine about that to the barber.
The kids: Because the barber doesn't CUT THE TOPS OF OUR EARS OFF.
It was horrible. For them. For me. For the neighbors.
I swore that I'd never take a pair of scissors to a head of hair ever again for as long as I lived.
I meant it, I really and truly did. But then? One time? I was giving my dog a bath and I decided to give him "a little trim" and um, well, haha! OOPS. (I'm telling you, that "evening shit out" gets me EVERYTIME.)
Why am I talking about my problem with "cutting hair" again?
Perhaps, because I've done it again?
Only, this time to my poor, helpless 2 year old daughter?
I thought "cutting her hair will be easy! Just cut straight across the bottom! No problemo!"
I could actually close my eyes and see myself doing it and doing it perfectly. Obviously, I forgot that a) I was dealing with a child who can not sit still for more than .6 seconds at a time. b)a child who throws herself back when she gets pissed c)That I don't have the proper hair cutting scissors and haha sewing scissors do NOT work d)I CAN NOT CUT HAIR.
Dr.Phil always says "The best predictor of future behavior is past behavior" and in "the past" I've jacked A LOT OF PEOPLES HAIR THE FUCK UP. So, honestly, what was I thinking?
It doesn't look too bad in that picture, but trust me, it's totally uneven and way shorter than I intended. I have to take her tomorrow to get it fixed, which means it will be even SHORTER and oh man, PigHunter is PISSED.
I don't blame him, I shouldn't have picked those scissors up. I mean, yeah, they were sitting there calling to me "you know you want to do it. Just do eeeet" But, I should have been strong, given them The Fingah and walked away.
Because, no one should ever have to suffer Jacked Up Hair because of my inability to STEP AWAY FROM THE SCISSORS ever again.









Oh I feel your pain, but in my case, it's the Husband who wants me to cut his hair, cause man it costs $10 for a haircut these days! I think he always looks like he just got out of prison. But I'm always letting him sucker me in