The rule in our house is:
Nobody allowed on the main floor after 10:30 at night.
We instituted the rule this summer, because once school got out, people decided they would just stay up as late as they wanted, and TRY to be quiet. Uhuh.
About a week in to that we figured out that there were certain people, mainly those who had to get up early in the morning, that weren't getting their 8 hours of sleep. Or even 6 really. And so the rule came to be. See, I don't care how late you want to stay up, but you have to be in your bedroom or the basement, and no amount of noise is acceptable.
'Cause I'm just that mean. Especially when I'm not getting my sleep.
So last night, we took the older kids to a show, and when we got home at about 10:30, the Brain and I were tired and went upstairs. We just assumed everyone would follow, you know, 'cause it was 10:30.
The girls, instead of going to bed, started a quiet discussion about hair and make-overs, and one thing led to the next, and well, about midnight, they ended up with this little number:
*Picture taken this morning*
If I had a before picture here, you would see that the hair is now approximately 3-4 inches shorter on the bottom. You would also note the addition of several lengths of layers - meaning there were cuts that hacked off at LEAST 8-10 inches.
We also got a little bang trim, which you obviously can't see in the picture. And an eyebrow job.
Why you would decide that a full-on makeover in the middle of the night before you leave for your coveted EFY week, given by your sister (who's only training is from looking at hair. Oh, and she watches when they cut her own hair...), with DULL kitchen scissors, is a good idea can ONLY be explained by the fact that it was after 10:30 pm.
As I've already told you, I'm pretty much unreasonable and irrational after about 9pm, and apparently it's hereditary.
At least they can blame it on their mother.