Not a hairdresser

Feeling grossly inadequate today.
Picture day at Olivia's school... "Daddy wants me to wear a dress and my hair curled." 
Not a hair dresser... it's all I can do to do my own hair. 
Feel like if I'd have tried out for the role of "wife"... I would've failed miserably.

Tried to get her to let me french braid her hair... which I also don't know how to do.
But at least it would've been out of her face and maybe not as "good grief what did you're mother do to your hair!"

Spent so much of the morning on Olivia's hair that I didn't get my hair or makeup done.  Had to put on my makeup at work.  Didn't "do" my hair, so it's stick straight... which I've been told by nearly everyone that it's not becoming and I should always curl my hair.
So, now I'm at work feeling undone.  Thought about taking an hour of PTO so I could've calmed down and gotten my hair done. 

I want to cry.  I don't belong... anywhere. 
Not good at anything... just muddling through life trying to keep everyone else happy...
failing miserably.

Considering...

I'm considering deleting all pages of my blog and starting from scratch. I feel my life has gone through a complete over haul and maybe the same should be done to the blog..
we'll see.