The Cosmetologist

And following the sledding incident, I went to pick Aliyah up on Friday and low and behold....

She cut her hair.

A nice big chunk in front, almost enough taken off to sport some bangs.

I was pissed. No...furious. Not with Aliyah, but with her teachers. I actually snapped at the teacher and asked why she wasn't being supervised, with scissors of all things. She of course said she wasn't there, and Aliyah was in "the other room" with the pre-2 kids. So of course she didn't see it. Effectively passing the blame, like usual.

I am tired of my kids constantly getting in scrapes or fights or their clothes come home ruined because the daycare people think some projects are fun, even though the kids may get a little "messy."

I might as well take stock on oxi-clean or spray n shout because my kids have ruined more clothes than I'd care to admit. Last week, Aliyah had paint all over a shirt and came home with holes in her leggings. Sure, some of it is the enthusiasm and rough and toughness of playing all day long. But they also come home with glue in their hair and glitter on their clothes. Some days, there are stamps and marker all over their little bodies too. It's like I need a different wardrobe to send them in, considering they wreck half their clothes.

It's a battle I will never win.