Saturday Night Torture

Jonathan thinks Saturday nights are for torturing him. That's because it is the night that I make him wash his hair. I'd like to make him wash his hair more often than once a week, but then I'd be torturing myself and everyone else in the family.

I'm so blessed to have wonderful extended family members and friends. Those who happen to be in our house on Saturday nights get to experience the crying and begging Jonathan starts with as we remind him that it is Saturday and there is church in the morning. He knows what's next. The way he carries on it reminds me of the phrase in the bible "weeping and gnashing of teeth." I imagine hell would be either those who feel like Jonathan having to do personal grooming or their families members having to experience these Jonathans being cleaned for eternity.

Because the next step is actually getting him in the bath tub. Lately he doesn't mind getting wet. But as soon as you apply the shampoo and start rubbing it in he starts screaming as if you are ripping his arms and legs off. The blood curdling screams! I'm so thankful we live on a large wooded lot so our neighbors can't hear it. I'm so lucky that my family and regular visitors in our house don't pick up the phone and call 911.

Last week my husband was in the basement when I was washing Jonathan's hair two floors up. When Scott came up from the basement, he said "I take it Jonathan's bath is done since I heard him screaming."

Thank you, Lord, that we can laugh about this for all except the 15 minutes a week we're actually in the middle of it. Thank you, Lord, for my family and all our family's friends who haven't turned us over to Social Services.