Responsibility

There are various responsibilities that come along with being married. I don't mind most of them, and that includes scrubbing toilets and doing the dishes. But there is one task that I absolutely dread! I cringe when I know the day is approaching. It may not seem like a big deal but I HATE cutting my husband's hair. I understand the reasoning behind not going to a professional. It's not like it is a difficult task. You just take the clippers and shave it up. Sounds simple, right? NO! Brian has a tendency to wait until it gets dark outside (which is where we do the cutting) and then ask if I will do it. It's very hard to see even with the light on. I don't have the steadiest hand to begin with so that adds to the challenge. The one thing that I never contemplated, and the worst case scenario, came to be a few months ago during the cutting process...If you don't feel my pain in this, you have never suffered a bad cut. I had the clippers in hand finishing up the back of Brian's head. It was pretty long so there was quite a bit of hair falling to the ground during the process, which distracted me from the fact that the guard fell off the clippers. It was pretty dark out and a combination of the falling clumps of hair and the shadows from the porch light obstructed my vision enough that I shaved a rather large patch bald...to the scalp bald. As soon as I noticed it (not soon enough) I froze. I stared at the bald spot and tried to figure out how I was going to explain what had happened. Brian, of course, asked me why I had stopped. I didn't know what to say. So I casually mentioned that the guard fell off. He looked around, picked it up and handed it to me very mater-of-factly, not realizing that the damage had been done. I stammered a little and explained that it wasn't that I couldn't find the guard, but rather that I didn't know that it was gone. He frantically started rubbing the back of his head trying to determine the severity of the bald spot, and it didn't take him long to feel it out (it was a big spot!). He was so upset and I could do nothing but apologize. Then I took the route of, "well you know I hate doing it. You shouldn't ask me." I ended up having to shave the entire thing and he told people that he lost a bet.
I post this now because I know the time is rolling in where I am going to have to get the clippers out and I abhor it! I also say this for anyone who is in or ever wants to be in a serious relationship. If there is something that you really don't like to do, or think that at some point in your life you will start to hate it, DON"T EVER DO IT!!! It's dating that gets us in the most trouble. We say things like, "I love this band too" or "I don't mind doing dishes at all. I actually enjoy them" or " I think your farts are so funny!". We try to put that best foot forward and seem like the perfect mate and I guarantee, it will get you into trouble at some point. You'll hear, "But I thought you really liked -insert various words/phrases here-You did when we were dating". And then you're stuck. Honesty is the best policy right from the beginning!!