Why Moms shouldn't be allowed to have scissors

This morning was a little crazy, but funny.

I put the girls in the bath and thought I'd pass the time giving Logan a much needed haircut while they played.  The clippers are apparently no longer functioning.  They were trying to rip his hair out of his scalp.  So I had to switch to scissors which is a much slower process (for me, anyway).  Logan kept wiggling so I was frustrated with trying not to cut off my fingers and telling him to hold still.  Then Natalie got carried away in the tub and tried to drown herself.  I wrapped her in a towel and went back to Logan's hair.  My back was turned.  After a few minutes Kenna says, "Mom, Natalie keeps putting her towel in the tub".  The totally soaking wet towel was getting passed back and forth between them, creating a pond on the bathroom floor.  Logan's hair still isn't done.  I don't want Natalie to wander over and stick her wet feet in the hair on the floor so I toss her out of the the bathroom, shut the door, pull the plug in the tub and toss Kenna and her towel out the door, too.  I finish cutting Logan's hair while Natalie screams at the rudeness of it all.  Mop the floor.  Put Logan in the shower.  Dress the girls.  Drag the soaking towels out to the garage (they're still waiting their turn to be washed) and, finally, the urge to throw the scissors at someone subsides.