😩💔 This girl.
She'll absolutely be the death of me. It's been a bad couple of weeks. I'm talking-waking at all hours, getting her baby brother up in the middle of the night, making us miss school, climbing out her window onto the roof, (Yes I'm serious. Yes I almost fainted. Yes she's totally fine. Yes we're doing things to prevent it from ever happening again) the most intense meltdowns, tears from all of us...it's taken everything in me not to completely come undone.
BUT, today we brushed the giant, massive knot out of her hair and she told us she'd get her hair cut. 😳 She has had a fear of haircuts for her whole life. (I have absolutely no clue why, but who knows why anxiety works the way it does) She promised to get a haircut if daddy gets a haircut. So this weekend, she and daddy are getting their gorgeous locks chopped off. Who knows if she'll actually go through with it, but I'm trying to celebrate the small victories with her, because right now it's the only thing keeping me going. It's brave of her to agree to and talk about something that she's really afraid of and that's enough to get me through the next week...even if it's just as hard...but if it is, you might all see me drinking lots and LOTS of alcohol...😂😩😭😰