Over the weekend Parker asked for two things. A haircut and a bike ride to see the track. I hate cutting hair, so we went to the track first.
Before school ended we had found ourselves in such a good place. And then they tore up the track and it has been fenced in all summer. I think we were all hoping that they would be close to done by now so we could resume our nightly ritual, but from the looks of it they are far from it.
I have nothing to say about the haircutting. I don't know what I am doing and every time I cut off his curls it makes me sad. He has the best hair and I feel like I butcher it. I didn't sign up for this. But really, when you sign up to be a mom you are signing up for everything.
