Chaos Central

Chaos Central, I think that would be an accurate name or title for our night. At one point tonight I was attempting to cut Braden's hair, amidst his cries I might add (that boy hates to have his hair cut), while Emma was holding to my leg screaming bloody murder; wait, did I mention that Brooke also was not helping matters by trying to brush Emma's hair. I attempted giving a few pieces of chocolate chips to Emma to keep her happy and busy, I was desperate PEOPLE! Alas, Emma gobbled them down in two seconds flat and came back, only to again pull up on my leg and recommence screaming. I put her at the bench in the living room, still screaming, and proceeded to set up a barricade of chairs and a pink castle tent of Brooke's. I should have known, my barricade was nothing for Emma; nothing stops her from getting to where she wants to go. She came, she saw, she conquered the barricade, and returned to scream again. I began to wonder if running from the house screaming like a banshee was a realistic option, but as I thought about it, I knew it was not a viable choice; I however still think it would have felt good to get it out. Instead, I finally unplugged the clippers, grabbed Emma, and relocated our barber shop to the bathroom. I ran some bath water for the girls, and put Braden on the bathroom counter and continued to cut. Was it my best work? Oh no, in fact, I am just glad that I have a little time before my brother's wedding; it NEEDS some growing out time. I think Braden should just be glad that he still has hair, between his crying, constant head moving, and Emma's leg tugging and screaming, I don't even know how I got his hair to look remotely decent. Brooke's hair (yes, I cut her hair earlier) looks pretty good, even if it is shorter than I would like. She decided that she wanted it really short, so we compromised. Well, after baths, pajamas, and tooth brushing all three children were put to bed; of course I then realized that I had forgotten, in my rush to get their little hineys in the bed, to read scriptures and say prayers. Oh well, I will make up for it tomorrow; hey I am flying solo this week. How do single mothers do this?! I almost forgot, did I mention that Emma then made a present for me; she always seems to do those after I have her nice and calm and ASLEEP! Luckily, I hummed, sang, and repeated, "It's okay, It's okay, shhhhh, shhhhh" while I changed her odorous treat, and she stayed asleep! Yes, relaxation here I come, which for me is blogging. Therapy for free; you can't beat blogging!

I know, I know, not my best work. Just pray that it grows out fast! I would try to fix it, but I fear making it worse! I love the face Braden is making; it matches how I felt after tonight! Heavenly Father has definitely been giving me strength and patience this week, because I kept my cool tonight. I still want Rich to COME HOME though! Yaaaaa, no more nights to go; Friday here I come!!!!!!!!!!!!