Have you ever had one of those days?  You know the ones where something awful happened and you can sit back at the end of the day and think of the EXACT moment where it all went wrong?  I had one of those days today, and it all started because I wanted to do something nice for my kids...

I finished up in chem. lab early today, around 1:30 instead of the 3:30 that I usually get out, and as I was walking out to my car, I decided that I would pick the girls up early from daycare so we could hike the nature trails at Sharon Woods before heading over to my mom's for dinner.  Afterall, we hadn't done anything like that for a long time and we all enjoy activities like that.  SO...I got in my car and headed home to change out of my high heels, as those aren't very condusive to hiking  lol, then went to pick up the younger two girls from daycare before we came back to the house to wait on Kaitlyn to get out of school.

I sent them to lay down while I cleaned up the living room, knowing full good and well that they wouldn't sleep but they needed to rest for a little while before going hiking.  I was in the middle of vacuuming when they both came running out, shrieking with laughter and galloping down the hallway.  A light swat on each bottom - more playfully than actual punishment - and they were trotting back down the hall to their room. I turned off the vacuum and started to walk to the kitchen to get some bread to feed the ducks...

Now, at this point you're probably wondering what could have possibly happened, I mean I was cleaning, the girls were laying down, not much of interest could have REALLY happened, right?  I wish that were true ...

It took me a few minutes to realize how quiet it was.  With the vacuum off I should have been able to hear the girls still playing in their room, most likely jumping on the beds like they know they're not supposed to or wrestling on the floor.  Instead, I could have heard a pin drop in the silence.  A little uneasy, knowing that when the children are THAT quiet they are generally up to something I really won't like, I walked down the hall and stopped outside their door...and had to lean on the jam.

"Look Mommy..my hair".  This came from my two year-old, who posed like a little model to show off her brand-new, home-done by the four year-old...buzzcut.  Littered all across the floor were tiny auburn curls lying in clumps, almost concealing a pair of scissors that I know were up in the top shelf of my closet.

I screamed.  I didn't think I'd ever stop screaming.  The four year-old - Kaiya the Butcher - crawled to the furthest corner of her bed, knowing that she was sooooooo dead and there was nothing she could do about it.  The two year-old - Kelsey the Bald One - stood there looking at me like I was completely insane, totally oblivious to what a weirdo she looked like with her lovely new hair-do.  I picked Kelsey up and looked over her scalp; I could have cried.  There were patches that the skin was showing through and other patches that were still 2 inches long, and I ended up "repairing" it by taking a pair of clippers to it on the second setting and leaving her with a not-quite-uniform 1/2" cut.

Kaiya on the other hand...I think she's still looking for her butt somewhere in her bedroom because I'm POSITIVE that I spanked it off at some point.  She has no idea how lucky that she is that I didn't take the clippers to her hair so she'd look as stupid as the baby does right now.

Needless to say, we didn't end up going to the park today.  Kaiya ended up spending the entire night sitting on her bed with no tv or toys, and no doubt sneaking around the room searching for her butt when I wasn't looking.  Kelsey...lord have mercy...looks like a pretty little boy.  My mom is assuring me that I'll laugh about this at some point but I really can't see it right now.  I'll just be more careful in the future when I think I might do something nice...*sigh*