Mum to the rescue

I was about 30 seconds from screwing the whole thing up last night and calling it a day.
It's the hair.
I just can't do it!
And the shading, I can't get it as dark as it needs to be!
I was so frustrated.
So mum came back to me today with a smallish mount to crop all that bloody hair out.
I need to work on the shading to bring out the eyes and what have you but I just feel a lot happier now.
...
What a daft thing to get stressed about right?
This is what happens when your stupid body won't let you sleep.
Grr.