I often abandon my children for 20 minutes so I can shower.
I don't rush it too much, because I don't believe in rushing my shower time.
It's precious to me.
Whilst in the shower, I often hear screaming, moving chairs, crying, and the occasional thud of a body dropping to the floor. But so far no one has bled or died, so I continue this gamble of life.
Today I came out to this...
And this.
And this.
And more not pictured. And all the clumps I'm still pulling off her head.
Me: Hannah, WHY did you cut your hair?!
Hannah: Because I wanted to. I look pretty.
Me: You can't cut your hair! I will cut your hair! Someone else always has to cut your hair! I don't cut my hair. I have someone else cut my hair.
Hannah: Okay. I'll cut your hair Mommy.
Me: Um... No thanks. Your missing the point...
Hannah: Mommy! There's hair in my mouth!
Me: Good.
For the record, this is Hannah's 3rd time cutting her own hair.
We have a important meeting today with a preschool teacher to beg to get into the school.
It was important that she look good today.
Oh well. That's what bows are for.
Lots of bows.