Me: Just hold this part right here.
Him: Sorry, can’t help ya. Just go get your hair done.
Me: I can do this. I just need a hand.
What should have been a two hour project turned into a day long event. By the end of the night, the three year old was complaining about the trail of hair down the hallway, puddled into clumps on the bathroom floor.
Ace: Mommy your hair is everywhere. You need to clean up this mess so we can go to bed. TRUE, oh so true.