Haircuts, schmaircuts.

So last night hubby wanted to go get his hair cut. Since I wanted to get the girls' hair cut, also, I had a bright idea... "Honey, why don't we all go and get our haircut??" Bright idea, especially since we didn't leave the house until 7pm... bedtime is 8.

So, we get to Great Clips. If anyone else has taken a toddler to get their hair cut, you have an idea of the struggle that can ensue when you try to place the child in the chair, put a drape around them, and expect them to stay still. HAH! Who are you kidding? Now, expand that vision to include two tired toddlers, a baby, hubby getting his haircut, too, and having to wait for a half hour before the kids got into the chairs. By the time we left, we had two crabby, very sticky (from bribery suckers) toddlers with uneven haircuts, an overheated baby with a horribly poopy diaper, a harried mom with NO patience left and not even a haircut to show for it, and a calm, cool and collected hubby acting like it was the best experience he has ever had in his life.

Figures.

So then we have to go to Target to pick up the kids' prescriptions. While we are there, hubby gets some wild hair up his butt and we need to spend money. A Disney CD, a Wiggles DVD, two Elmo DVDs and three childrens' books later, we left the store. Just what we needed, of course. (Imagine, if you will, how my eyes are rolling at the moment.) Oh, and by the way, the batteries in one of the "noisemaking" storybooks are already dead-- they lasted 5 minutes into playtime at home.

*sigh*