Haircut

Um, I went to a meeting tonight and was gone for a few hours. On my way home from the meeting I get a call from my Husband. "I have some bad news" OK, this could be anything obviously, but this had been an especially trying couple of weeks. Last week I got in a mini car accident, went to a meeting on the wrong day (which entails a TON of coordinating sitters and other's schedules and on and on) AND went to the wrong location to a birthday party and totally sliced a fingernail OFF - ew. This week I started a new nanny who speaks NO english. STRESS.

I want to write more about Victoria (Biqui) later because that is some good fodder but here is the kicker (the bad news):

Sylvie CHOPPED HER OWN HAIR

with the scissors that we so stupidly gave her access to. Somehow I feel that it wouldn't have happened on my watch but then again, she has been going around PRETENDING to cut people's hair and we didn't take the scissors away.

Part of me wants to scold her and give her loving consequenses. Part of me wants to cry because her signature "Sylvie" haircut is now RUINED and she looks like Gareth from the BBC Office. Part of me wants to take pictures and laugh.

coming soon...