I enjoy getting my haircut. It is incredibly relaxing. If it was socially acceptable to fall asleep, I would. And right now I need the end of the summer, get all of the dead ends off, hair cut. One of these days I will make to the hair salon.
But today was Brayden's turn. In my perfect little world, Brayden would have had a fresh hair cut before the first day of school...to look dapper and all for the big first day. Well, that did not happen, we completely ran out of time. We get his hair cut at a little barber shop in a town the opposite direction of everywhere we go, so making time for his hair cut has proven to be a bit more difficult. And I put it off all this week because of the torrential down pouring of rain every day.
Today, I was determined to get his hair cut. Ask most parents of special needs children about hair cuts and I am pretty sure they would tell you that hair cuts are stressful. Propping up the child, holding them still, the clippers, scissors, hair flying everywhere (and no matter what Brayden seems to get in his mouth), not to mention all of the sensory issues...it is no simple task and certainly the opposite of relaxing.
We arrive, I put on a cape, Brayden puts on a cape and then I put him in my lap. He is certainly doing better with haircuts these days but holding his head, when he does NOT like his face to be touched, is still something that gets him mad.
I think I hold my breath for the majority of the haircuts. Praying that a swift head jerk will not result in a clipper creating an unforgiving line/cut or a wound from the scissors.
Today went pretty well. The proof: