I’ve had better days.

I got a speeding ticket trying to get to daycare on time. (Scheduling is a killer.  I need at least 6 more hours in a day to not be rushed.)

I was late to daycare anyway.

Claire ran down the hall and was quiet for like 30 seconds while I was cooking dinner.

I hollared, and she came running. I did not investigate.

Then, in the bathroom… I saw this.

I asked Claire if she cut her hair. She looked at me with her big innocent eyes, smiled sweetly and said “Yep! I did!”

It’s on the very top of her head, so it’s not fixable.

At least it will grow back.

And tomorrow, is NOT today and that is a good thing.

Too bad it’s not Friday yet.