Hair we go again!

I left the two little girls with their dad today. It was only for an hour or so but that short space of time has caused years of consequences. Some may say I’m being a little dramatic but believe me when I say it’s true.
Let me explain. I was happily doing my Avon deliveries (did I mention I’m an Avon rep for anyone who would like a catalogue!) when I received a txt from hubby saying he had a ‘code red’. He said that if they made it into a movie it would be called two babies and a haircut. I hate that movie. I’ve seen it. It was made by our two oldest girls and I’m sure they were also with their father at the time.
I was afraid. Very afraid. I got home to be greeted by #4 with a very definite mullet and #5 looking like she had had a few treatments of chemo. It had taken years to get #4's hair to how it had been as a result of hair growing at the back of her head but painfully slow at the sides, and in one (possibly 2 or 3) foul swoops it was back to square one again. It is a cut that only time or a number one could heal.
As for #5…I have done what I can do but gone are her gorgeous little blonde locks. Gone are the….sigh…what’s the point…reminiscing isn’t going to bring them back. Neither will it stop me from leaving them in the care of their father. But perhaps next time it will remind me to make sure all the scissors are away before I go out!