So Goat #2’s hair.Doesn’t look like much, right? Except for the fact that it takes a minimum of: 13 minutes to shampoo & condition (no lather, rinse, repeat, either); 13 more minutes to convince her to get out of the tub NOW (obviously, we’re working from different meanings of “now” here in Exile); 5 minutes to dry off wriggly little bodies enough to get the panties (WOOO HOOO no more Pull-Ups!) and pajamas on; 7 minutes to comb through without pulling (“No More Tangles” my. ass.) to get to this point.
And THIRTY-THREE FREAKING MINUTES to get to this:
That is a minimum of 1 hour, 11 minutes. EVERY DAY. For HAIR. That, my friends (bwahahaha) (sorry), is not just love. That is mother love. That is why I am a multi-tasking machine who still doesn’t have time to blog. That is COMMITMENT.
(And the fact that Goat Daddy has threatened to divorce me if I get her hair cut.)
And if I’m feeling super industrious and have 19 more minutes to devote to the brushing, parting, wrestling, immobilizing, banding, removing, and starting over, we get pigtails:
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