When you have haircutting wounds, and your beautiful little girls who look like this:
Call you from an outing with their Grandma to ask if they can get their haircut.
And you want *some* control of the outcome, so you compromise by offering to do it at home.
And you're 3 days postpartum.
To render you a blubbering puddle of anguish.
Think it through next time, Mama.