Tensions were high. The situation was slowly slipping out of my control. Knowing what still lay ahead of me was daunting. But I soldiered on. Pulling up my proverbial bootstraps, I dug in with both hands. I lifted a screaming Lincoln out of the bathtub.
"All done, buddy!" He protested as I wrapped him in a towel. Aspen continued to play in the remaining bath water.
"DON'T PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH! I can almost guarantee Linky peed in that water."
I slathered Linc with lotion while Kev stepped in and helped Aspen wash off. As he did so, Linc took his comb from me and started trying to run it through my braided hair.
"Wait a sec, and I'll make it easier for you." I released my braid and let Linc continue to pull the comb through my hair. Before Kev had to leave, he got Aspen dried and ran a brush through her hair. I continued to sit on the floor and enjoy my scalp massage.
"When Aspen was this age," I said, referring to Linc, "she used to put alllll her clips in my hair. She could spend so much time doing it." Kev smiled at the memory and Aspen pulled open her hair drawer.
"Let me do it!" she begged.
I sighed, knowing what I was in for.
"Okay, just don't poke me in the eye."
She and Linc stood on either side of me, still in their birthday suits, and got to work on my hair while Kev left for his church responsibility. I showed Linc how to use the butterfly clips and he put a line of them down a chunk of hair. Aspen put one elastic after another into my hair and proclaimed she was giving me one of my favorite styles. Linc attempted to rearrange everything his sister did.
My "stylists" spent about 20 minutes on my new 'do. I had a couple of pig tails, a bun, and dozens of clips. They were proud. I kept it in while they brushed their teeth, got in pajamas, and listened to bedtime stories on my lap. I kept it in while I sat in the dim light of Linc's room, waiting for them to settle in for the night. When Linc was asleep, I said goodnight to Aspen in her little nest on the floor and left the room.
Kev returned home and found me wincing in the bathroom, gingerly unwinding hair from multi-colored elastics. I knew it'd be painful letting them do my hair, but that's okay. They worked together relatively well and went to bed feeling accomplished. It was worth the suffering.
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