Remember those terrible times as a child, when your mum thought she was Vidal Sassoon? Have countless, slightly faded photos of you and your siblings, all with minutely different versions of wonky hair? Re-living the embarrassment of walking into school with DIY bangs?
Well, I would be that mother.
If, when left alone on a slightly boring day, I’m willing to experiment with the cat’s fur (and after a chat with my mum yesterday, apparently the whiskers of my stufffed toys too), or my own hair, imagine if my children were also wandering around aimlessly……. “Come here sweetheart, your hair needs a little tidy-up.”
And that is my ‘reasons why I don’t have kids’ #22.