So it has been crazy since last Tuesday. I have been working pretty much around the clock, bouncing back and forth between work obligations and maintaining all the normal “Mom” routine like a human ping pong ball. Then, just I am thinking I am getting a reprieve, my day begins with a call to halt everything I have worked on for the last week. I take a deep breath, clear my mind, reorient and still convince myself that today is going to be a great day. Just as I do this I set KC up with a craft, complete with child safety scissors. As she sits there happily with glue, glitter and metallic paper making a collage, I run about to try and catch up on things around the house. I am in an out of the kitchen and somehow in my extremely tired state completely MISS that she has lopped off 2 inches of her hair reminiscent of a scene from Sixteen Candles. Seriously?! I am blown away and don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Luckily it was the top layer of her hair and so it kind-of blends into the lower layer. At least it wasn’t the front. Small consolation. And yes now at dinner time I am still convinced it is going to be a good day.