On Sunday I was officially super mom 🦸🏼♀️ By the grace of God, Garrett has never had a full blown meltdown in public. Until Sunday. When he didn’t want to get his hair cut. He threw himself on the floor like he was made for it, and fought and slapped and spit in my face and screamed like a pack of dogs was eating him. In front of 12 people waiting to get their hair cut and 6 people in the chairs. I stood my ground and stayed calm and mom’d up even though I wanted to RUN out of Great Clips. I practiced what I preached and I did not give one shit what anyone thought of us because we came for a haircut and he was getting a freaking haircut if it was the last thing I do. Ain’t nobody got time for that! I talked about this on our team call last night and how it’s SO hard not to make decisions about our life based on what we assume other people think about us. But it’s our life!! And if we let our fear of being judged by other people keep us from getting haircuts for our kids, we’re the only ones who suffer. So tell me, what’s the worst tantrum you’ve lived to tell about?