So the likelihood that I could help my girls during a bad hair day is close to crap.

I got Rachel's spring portrait today.  (Some of you have probably seen the picture on Facebook.)  While she is beautiful, she isn't smiling..I feel like it is a personal middle finger to me for sending her to school all this time with that "hair do".  Rachel will be two in July and has never had a haircut.  She has so little (hair) that I didn't want to cut what she had.  Over the last few months it has grown into a wispy mullet.. and it looks like Edward Scissorhands got to her.

But even if she did have thicker hair like Laurel, the result would be no better.  Laurel goes to school with some sad, lumpy ponytail or a headband every damn day.

As a mother I really wish that I had better hair skills for my girls. Starting with me, I wear my hair long, all one length because I am not good with styling (you know, blow drying with a round brush) so a straight iron is all I can muster on a busy morning.  My hair wasn't any better when I was a pre-teen..so many mornings turning the the curling iron the wrong way and getting a frizzy crimp instead of a curl, needed a third arm to try to blow dry my hair smooth with a big round brush or using too much product. (The last two issues happened in adulthood several times.) Twice in a lifetime, I have cut my hair pretty short because I didn't have the patience for it.  (But of course that started rumors in my family that I now liked girls and I promptly started growing my hair out again.)

So the likelihood that I could help my girls during a bad hair day is close to crap.  Even on a good hair day, my first girl squirms and yelps with every brush stroke.  (I swear, I am very gentle..my restraint should earn an award or something really glittery.) And her hair is so slippery.  What the hell is this, an art project? I can't do anything..but the lumpy high ponytail that during the day will start to droop.  Then the second one with very little hair..I mean, whose fingers can actually use those little rubber bands? So I leave it as is..

Laurel seems to know my weakness.  Recently, she yelled about a bad hair day (like she really knows) and I offered to help.  She looked at me like there was a bad odor in the air.

I wish there was a course for this..I would seriously take it.  But in the meantime, they will know the ponytail..and perhaps a baseball hat.