Miffed

Miffed. Annoyed. Frustrated. Fuming. Not happy.

Just some of the words that come to mind when trying to describe how I’m feeling right now, though ‘pissed off’ is probably the best word to use.

Why you ask?

Simple: I had to try really really hard today to NOT strangle my daughter’s hairdresser.

Let’s backtrack a little.

Lilly’s preschool starts tomorrow and the perfectionist in me thought it’d be a good idea to get her hair trimmed at the hair dressers instead of doing it myself (like I always do) because I didn’t want to risk messing it up.

I’m sure you can see where this is going.

Yup, the hair dresser managed to mess up Lilly’s hair. The silly woman wasn’t being careful and managed to take a chunk out of Lilly’s bangs, right in the middle of her forehead! I nearly screamed out loud when it happened, but there was nothing I could do; the damage was done.

So yes, I think it’s safe to say that I’m a tad miffed at the moment, and trying really hard not to go back to the hair dressers to murder that dolt of a woman.

On the bright side, at least Lilly is too young to care about a bad haircut and is as happy as ever, so there’s that.

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