The dreaded haircut

Over the past year or so Ellie‘s hair has gotten very long. Every time I have suggested getting it cut she has rejected the idea severely. I’ve given it one or two trims at home to try to clean it up. Over the past couple months it seems to have gotten rattier looking. I decided this weekend was the time we would finally cut it. I took all three children to the local salon to get there hair is cut today. Ellie was not looking forward to it but seem to except it.

You know your hair is long when the lady who is cutting your hair, and has been cutting hair for 20 years, says I’m sorry, your hair is so long that you’re going to need to stand while I cut it.

Ellie seem to stay in good spirits while she cut it.

I thought she was accepting this and understood that it would make her hair nicer looking. But over the evening, her dissatisfaction seem to keep higher and higher. By the time she went to bed she was in pure morning for the length of her missing her. We probably cut about 8 inches off in total. I didn’t actually measure it. But I do think that her new hair, all one beautifully well cut the link, is gorgeous. I hope that she quickly it comes to realize that.