What do you do when Mummy W – who can no longer understand the concept of time – becomes obsessed with having her hair cut? (And by ‘obsessed’, I mean asking many multiple times a day when she will be going, repeatedly putting her shoes on and getting ready to leave the house to go to the appointment and making hysterical phone calls to sister 2 about when she will go as she’s stopped believing Dad when he says it’s ‘not today’). It was getting a bit desperate as Sister 2 has made her and Dad an appointment and will be escorting them to it…but it was over a week away.

What do you do? Well, you look for your lockdown hair haircut scissors, fail at finding them and instead grab the first aid scissors, rock up at Mum and Dads (after an epic 2 hour cross country adventure after half a mile of the road you needed to go on was closed) via a Tesco shop and picking up bags of medications from their surgery, and inform Mummy W with absolute confidence that you heard she wanted a hair cut and in fact, you’ve been cutting peoples hair for years *** and can absolutely make her look gorgeous, just as soon as we have done the showering and hair washing…

So I did.

And for the record, it tuns out that first aid scissors that cut bandages are not necessarily sharp enough to cut hair 😳 But they were just about sharp enough to trim sufficient ends that they needed sweeping up and Mum mostly thought that she’d had a haircut. And I only had to remind her twice that day of this fact when she asked when she was going to the hairdressers. (I’m just hoping it stays that way until the actual appointment. And that the hairdresser forgives me).

So that’s what you do when Mummy W becomes obsessed with a haircut that isn’t happening for a while. And I’m kind of excited / worried / interested what other new careers I’ll be convincing Mum I excel at in the future. I’ll keep you updated 😁

*** I’ve actually only trimmed Mr Rs and the two stepsons in lockdown. Stepson one cried because it ‘hurt his hairs’. 🤦🏼‍♀️