Perhaps wonderland is too strong a word.
Each morning, my twin daughters act like it's a big surprise when I call them over to get their hair brushed. Their eyes grow large and round in bewilderment, and they begin yelling indignantly.
"I don't WANT my hair brushed!" one screams into the cruel universe. "You're a MEAN mommy!" the other hisses at me. "NOOOOOOO!!!!" they both shriek, and off they run to hide behind the recliner in the family room. EVERY SINGLE MORNING.
Normally, this behavior annoys me. After getting their hair combed daily for the past 4 years, they continue to express shock and horror when I walk out of the bathroom with a hair brush and stack of rubber bands in my hand. Today, however, as I looked through the window at the snow that I know good and well falls out of the sky each and every year around this same time, I finally understood my girls' complaining.
It's a matter of principle.
Dinner last night: shredded pork enchiladas
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I'll keep that in mind when we get our first snow this week here in Michigan.
On no! But we are looking forward to some snow some time in Dec / Jan in NC! It has cooled down significantly over the past few days. I'm not a "winter" person! LOL.
What a great way to look at it. Now I realize that I feel the same way about winter as my boys do about getting dressed.
Ugh! We're supposed to have a flurry on Saturday, I can't imagine waking up to that scene. It is the principle. Thank you for releasing my guilt over complaining!
Beautiful thought! I need to keep that in my head when my youngest will not get dressed in the morning!
So, now you know how God feels when we complain about the weather!? Sort of an epiphany I guess.
Yeah...You have fun with that. :-)
I've decided to dub this month Snowvember. I'll probably post about it too. lol
NO WAY! I thought I was the only one who's girl has a conniption EVERY SINGLE TIME SHE SEES THE BRUSH. I solved the problem by impulsively cutting off her hair one evening. I was sad, and then I was glad, and now it's grown out and I'm sad again - not because I miss the hair, but because it's back.
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