AuburnChick's Adventures

Weekdays in the AuburnChick home do not exactly flow smoothly…all of the time…despite the routine we’ve established.  Try to throw one extra thing in, and chaos reigns.

Know what I’m talking about?

I’m sure you have no idea as your lives probably run according to clockwork.

Yeah right…and I look like Heidi Klum.

Well, last night, Rooster decided he HAD to have his hair cut before going out of town for the weekend.  Of course, he tells me this at 9:15pm.  I make my kids go to bed at 9:00 on week nights, so there was no way he was getting it cut right then.

For most of Rooster’s 14+ years, I have been his hairdresser.  He has the Mr.’s hair…thick and course.  I use a Wahl cutter…the kind with various guides that allows you to cut hair at different lengths.  It’s super easy and fast…musts for active boys.

I reluctantly told Rooster that IF he got up by 5:30, I would cut it before school.

Eeeps…whatever was I thinking.  I am known to hit my snooze button six times (10 minutes apart).  This commitment would require me to actually get up when the alarm went off.

Ugh.

Rooster got everything set up and was ready for me.  As I turned on the gadget, I noticed that it sounded funny.  I have a good ear for these things and kept inspecting it.  The kids, in their all-knowing way, insisted that it was fine.

Ok then.  We proceeded.

I made three pass throughs, beginning with the center of his forehead and working around one side…when I started looking at it again.  It still didn’t seem right.

So I shook it a bit to see if I could get the blades to move properly.

And then I hit the side of it with my hand.

Wrong move.

The thing stopped working.

Uh oh.

I hit it a few more times.

Nothing.

I tried unplugging it and then plugging it back in, even hitting the little button that’s in the middle of the plug (you know…the thing that pops out and makes your outlets stop working).

Still nothing.

Soccer Chick had been straightening her hair, and as I glanced at her over Rooster’s head, I saw her start laughing…the reality of the situation putting a sparkle in her eye.

She knew we were in trouble.

Rooster was not happy.  He’s not a morning person, typically waking up in a bad mood that can take a couple of hours to dissipate.

I assured him that I would not send him to school with half of his hair cut…that the Mr. would run him to a stylist as soon as one opened.

Meanwhile, I hit that cutter one last time, and it started working!

We breathed a sigh of relief, and I resumed my work.

And then it stopped again, with half of his head to go.

I shooked it and slapped it…and got it working again.

This was how we spent a solid 30 minutes, praying we would make it through.

We did.  Afterward, we put the cutter away…permanently in the trash can.  I’ll be visiting my local Walmart or Target to get another one.

What a way to start the day.

Just another morning in the AuburnChick home.

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