If it does, and you combine it with the image of three girls and SIX HOURS, well, I really wouldn’t blame you for saying, “better her than me.”

Haircuts yesterday went much quicker than I expected and revealed, well, I can’t even type the word. I tried and almost retched.

So, Veronica was already up for a chin-bob-wedge.

She’d been begging me to cut her hair for months.

Liv got talked into it, though if that isn’t a forced smile, I don’t know what is. And that’s before we found the, uh, you know.

We cut 12 inches off of her hair. I measured.

She LOVES it.

Then it was Abby’s turn. Abby was quietly crying on the couch and I asked her to talk about it. She gave the saddest story of how they use school pictures on lunch cards that everyone sees all year long. In second grade, she thought her picture with her short hair was so ugly, and last year, (she smiled a little), her picture was kinda pretty with longer hair.

Mom dies of heartache here, and is SO glad she took the time to listen first instead of insisting (as is her tendency) that the girl get her butt up on the chair for a haircut.

The problem is that Abby has the most sensitive scalp of the lot, and I was convinced she’d spend the entire combing process screaming at me, as is her tendency, when there aren’t bugs involved.

Anyway, today sucked. Last night sucked. And I’m not even done yet. Nate brought thai food. I’m not usually an emotional eater, but I guess that this situation threw me over. Now I’m thinking about ice cream.

I took a brief break this afternoon to knit a little on Abby’s sweater. I’m so happy with it.

Oh, and my bra broke, so I have to go bra shopping again, which is LAAAAAME! And I ripped open the wound on my finger that was supposed to be closed up by now. (I almost cut the end off on Sunday while chopping onions).

Good times.