You're what? Seriously?

You know, every day I think to myself, gee, I don't know what the heck I'm going to blog about tomorrow.

And then my children wake up and BAM! I have subject matter up the wazoo.

So this morning I managed to wake up at the right time, even though I baked cupcakes for Jayden's class until 2 a.m.  Procrastination at its finest.

I was helping Ryan get ready and I happened to lean down and caught a whiff of his head...at which time I realized that he hadn't washed his hair, probably in days, even though he showers every single day (except yesterday, but you already know that story.)

So I said (yelled really), "Bubba, did you wash your hair?"  And I could tell immediately by the look on his face that he hadn't.  His response:  "I'm scared."

This sent me over the edge.  Scared?!?  Really?  The child who jumped off of a roof (true story) and skateboards off of cliffs is scared to wash his hair?

I told him, "You know that skateboard you're begging me to buy you?  Forget it.  If you're scared to wash your hair, you certainly can't do extreme sports."

It's not like I make him wash his hair with freakin' Head & Shoulders.  That shit burns if you get it even in the proximity of your eyeballs.  I buy the tear-free baby stuff.  And I'm sure he knows how to CLOSE HIS EYES while he's washing his hair.

Deep breaths.  I love my son.  I love my son.  I love my son.

Seriously...I do.

He just makes my brain hurt sometimes.