My story begins with none other than....CHARLEE...again! It was the LAST DAY of school, I was still laying in bed and could hear the shower turn on. Cooper gets in and is getting ready (man I love this kid, I don't even have to get him up - he does it ALL himself!) and I hear Charlee in the bathroom whining (which is no big surprise). I continued to lay there and listen to the drama unfold in the bathroom.
Note to self: NEVER do that again! I should have trusted my gut, got my butt outta bed and went to see what the HELL was going on!
So...the morning plugs on, and I am still oblivious to what happened in the bathroom. The kids have showered, got dressed, brushed teeth, and I am brushing out Charlee's hair. I grab an elastic and try to put in a small pony tail on the left side of her head, but for some strange reason, it's NOT working. Surely, I am not drunk (I don't do that!) and I am pretty sure I am awake now, but what the FREAKIN' HECK is going on???? I try again, and again, and again, and then realize it ISN'T me!
The conversation goes like this:
Me: "Charlee, what is wrong with your hair?"
Charlee: "I don't know Mom"
Me: "Cooper! Did you rip the elastics out in Charlee's hair?"
Me: "Mike! What did you do to her hair?"
BECAUSE SURELY MY DAUGHTER WOULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS!
Mike: "What are you yelling at me for? I didn't touch her hair. She had the elastics out before I got to the bathroom!"
See, this was the drama that was unfolding in the bathroom that I chose to ignore. So, this is partially my fault I guess.....
Me: "Charlee, how did you get the elastics out of your hair?"
Charlee: "Well, I cut the elastics out because I couldn't get them out."
Me: "HOLY !@#$! You did what?"