Curse the Haircut

I'm hoping to get our family pictures taken in the coming weeks and the boys needed haircuts. Being as I have 4 boys in my family my sister has tried to show me how to cut their hair otherwise I spend $40+ a month on haircuts. The time to learn is now while they are little so that in a couple years I'll be a pro. Needless to say I pretty much stink. The boys always end up in tears and me yelling. This morning I decided to tackle the inevitable. Conner was first. I bought some new clippers the day after Thanksgiving but they stink. I was cursing them. It takes about 30 min to cut each boys hair because I try to be perfect which ends up making it worse. I'm ok with the clippers and scissors, it's just the blending I struggle with. I can blend with the blending shears but it tugs at their hair and they cry. Last time I made them suck it up even though it hurt. Am I terrible or what. Anyway by the time I was done with Conner I was sweating so bad and on the verge of swearing. Conner actually sits pretty still. Sam does not. I ended up swearing at Sam and getting mad. Their hair is so messed up. There are so many gaps but hopefully it will grow out in about a week and not look so bad. It kills me because Allison was here over the weekend and could have cut their hair but never found the time. She could have saved me all this frustration. I was so upset and hot after I gave the boys a bath I had to take another shower. What an ordeal. Who wanted all these stinkin' boys? I love them to pieces but can't stand their hair. Why can't the bowl cut come back into style. I can do that. I wonder is it worth the money to avoid getting so worked up. No, I just need to work on staying calm. If only Neil would let me practice on him. Someone who doesn't move I think I could do it. He sees what happens to the boys so he won't let me touch his head.