A friend asked me how today was and I’d call it a win.
(Hi, M!)
Because while my GOAL for today was to give First Minion a haircut.
AND I DID!
Technically.
But first the news:
- Mark Rutte, the ‘world-class pragmatist’ trying to take the drama out of the corona crisis
- Many International Train Passengers Required to Wear Masks From Monday
- [Video] Dutch Holidays: Remembrance Day (Dodenherdenking)
See, cause, while my intention was to cut ALL of his hair, I only cut enough of his bangs so he can ACTUALLY see without pushing said bangs aside.
Repeatedly.
And then, because we were in a wrestling match between him bending over so I couldn’t cut his hair and me demanding he stop bending over so I COULD cut his hair, I thought I’d be brilliant and do an undercut of the back and sides.
And then the clippers died.
After I did ALMOST all of the back.
Sort of.
There was a lot of yelling.
And fake tears.
And fake ow ow ow’s.
And I still count it as a win.
Cause that’s where we are these days.
It’s all so intense and all so real and all so scary and terrible and stressful that when a goal only half happens or hardly happens or was sort of thought about and then other things happened.
Ahem.
It’s all so SHIT that little bitty half wins? Those are #WINNING
I hope you’re doing well, Warriors.
Remember that getting out of bed is #WINNING cause that’s where we are these days.
xoxo