Guest Post: "I took him for a haircut..." by Caroline Saunders of The "Hood" Club

I'm a mum of two gorgeous little boys, 3 and 6 months - both pickles in their own right.

My husband and I moved to Australia about 18 months ago where we have been lucky enough to establish some good rootes and we are starting to feel settled. We are both originally from the South East of England, Kent but left in search of a more outdoor lifestyle which we have certainly found here.

My husband runs a tour business and I am writing a children's book whilst continuing my hobby of writing poems and parodies for adults. I'm hoping to maybe publish some of them in the future so "liking" my page may help me when selling myself to potential publishers or magazines if I ever take my poems down this route.

The main aim however is just for people to be able to read my poems and laugh at life. Those with kids can laugh with us and those without can laugh at us. Because laughter really is contagious. Let's brighten up Facebook and the struggles of parenthood.

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I took him for a haircut...

I like to think

I can cut my sons hair.

But my hubby informs me

I'm not quite there.

"Look I did layers.

Doesn't it look great?"

"It looks like a pudding bowl."

"Don't exaggerate!"

So I drove to the hairdresser

through stubborn gritted teeth.

My son was so scared

he shook like a leaf.

"This will be fun.

Let's cut your hair!"

My son looked straight at me

With a horrible glare.

The first hurdle was

getting him in that big chair.

How should I entice him

to sit nicely there..?

"Here's a lolly.

and a little iced bun."

Then she plunged at him with clippers

on a number one.

"Erm...Stop! What ya doing?

I asked for a trim."

The panic rose up me

and really set in.

"Just short at the side please

and still long on top."

Hair was now sticking

to my sons lollipop.

"Mum it tastes yuck!"

He let off a sneeze.

I tried to distract him

with my front door house keys.

His hands looked like yetties

from where the hair stuck

to his young sticky fingers

just my rotten luck.

So I pull out his iPad.

"Look, Ben and Holly"

That worked so much better

than a sticky old lolly.

A pang of guilt hit me

as his locks hit the floor.

An emotion unexpected.

One I couldn't ignore.

Was it an attachment

to my sons golden hair?

I'd made each one of those

and she didn't even care.

She kept on chopping

and I felt quite ill.

To my surprise

my son sat so still.

He marvelled at his reflection.

Proud of his new hair.

Beaming with joy

and hardly a care.

A success in the end

I rather suppose.

"That's 25 dollars please"

I stood there and froze.

25 dollars?

I think that's a lot...?

And he'll only get bed hair

when he wakes from his cot.

But I paid the money

and ran out the door.

Dreading the time

I would visit once more.

Copyright (c) Caroline Saunders

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