There are many times most of us have said something along the lines of, "I wish I had a maid so I don't have to do this laundry" or "If only I had a cook to deal with dinner because I am so tired."
Yeah, I have those moments too. Often.
There is one particular task that I just can't stop wishing I had someone to do for me: trimming Ian's nails.
Usually I save this task for when Ian is asleep, so that I can save myself the trouble of dealing with the wrath of a toddler being forced to do something he doesn't want to do. However, the last few weeks Ian has been sleeping too lightly to sneak into his room with my flashlight and trimmers without being caught. Last night I got kicked in the boob and then I had to soothe a crabby kid back to sleep after a failed attempt at trimming a nail.
No one wants to play with a kid that has nails so long they curl under at the end and scratch you when you walk past him too close. So tonight we decided to go for it and get the trimming done hell or high water.
Holy Moly! For a two year old he sure can put up a kicking, screaming, wiggling fight over getting his nails clipped. Chaos I tell you!
I would give just about anything to never have to trim his nails ever again.
(Anyone want a slightly used kidney in exchange for cutting my kids nails until he is old enough to do it himself? If so, you just might have yourself a deal.)
I need to find a Toddler Whisperer who can woo Ian into complying with manicure time.
Until then, every other week you will find me in the corner rocking back and forth, clutching the kid nail trimmers and wishing I was the kind of person to keep liquor in the house.
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