The kids are in bed and I'm enjoying a glass of milk and some cookies. I'm feeling the effects of a long day and am looking forward to my bed. Hetee still hasn't come home from a meeting so I'm waiting up for him.

I could tell early on that today would be "one of those" days. Abi woke up screaming her little head off at 6 am when our neighbors' rooster crowed so, as a result, we all got up early. Then when it was only 8 am and Nate already had duct tape stuck to his hair. Ah, kids! You can't live with them and you can't eat them.

Kenny has started to lose interest in nursing and is opting for more tasty fares. These days he's more interested in doing the hokey pokey than nursing. He's too curious for his own good and sometimes will crawl off of my lap to investigate a sound or a movement only to look back at me and cry, like "why did you let me down? I wasn't done yet!"

Today, Nate and Abi discovered that when they ask Kenny, "Hairtai yu?" (do you love me?) He answers "hairtai" (I love you). They kept making him say it over and over again and each time he said it they would crack up laughing. It wasn't long before I was joining in the fun and was laughing so hard my sides hurt.

Not many people know this but, about a year ago, I decided to grow my hair out to donate to Locks of Love, an organization that makes wigs for children who have lost their hair through cancer.

Here I am with my hard-earned locks

I've been trimming it every 2 months or so to keep it in good condition and today I decided to go to a hair dresser for my trim. It was a BAD decision and I have to say that I will never be using that hairdresser again. She was really rough and rude. I asked her if I could comb out the knots before she started cuting and she gave me the comb but then ripped it out of my hands because I was doing it too slowly. I complained several times that she was hurting me but she just ignored me. Finally she said that I was too sensitive and was exasperating her. Imagine that, me a paying customer, exasperating her. I said, very firmly, "You are yanking on my hair, what do you want me to say!?" I should have just walked out but I really wanted to get my trim and get on with my life. My scalp still hurts.

Anyway, in order to donate my hair it has to be at least 10 inches. It's right at 10 inches now but since I don't want to shave it all off (an option I was considering but Brittany Spears went and beat me to it. Boy, does she have fugly ears!) I'm going to let it grow another year or so before chopping it off. I asked Abi if she was going to donate her hair with me and she said, "Mommy, I don't want my hair to turn into a donut."

Well, I need to hit the sack--my milk glass is empty and my cookies are almost gone. Hetee just came in and now I'm really sleepy.