Tough night...

So, tonight was one of those nights when single parenting kicked.my.ass. Everything was fine until...
I had to do kiddo's hair.
Then all Hell broke loose.
K HATES when I do her hair. HATES it. But it was time to take her braids out because she has a hair appt. coming up on Friday. Oh God. It's like being in HELL trying to do her hair. She cries, she screams, she wriggles around, she hits my hand, she runs off. No matter how gentle I am, she carries on like I am setting her on fire. So I was able to get a grand total of 2 braids taken out tonight, out of about 10. Yay me. Not. This whole hair thing with K makes me feel like the shittiest parent ever. I mean, what kind of mother can't even get their kid to let them do their hair?! It's awful. It's bad enough I take her to a hair dresser to get her braids (instead of doing it myself). I can't even take OUT her braids without major trauma to both of us. I keep hoping if I try to talk reasonably with her about it, and go slowly and gently, it will get better. But it isn't. And bribery only works in little spurts. All in all, it is a pretty sucky experience. Not exactly the "mother and daughter bonding over hair experience"  I had envisioned. In fact, this has been a...
Big.parenting. fail.
BUT...she did give me one of her sillybands. So there's that.