Seriously Lose?

What do you think is the psychobabble behind going to pick up one of your girlies from their primary class, only to find them redressing in front of their whole class? Two male teachers and all. Her head was stuck in her dress as she was putting it back on over her head. I am still so livid with her I just sent her to her room to stay for a while so I can think this one through. Her only redemption at this point was that she did have a white t shirt and white leggings, not tights, on underneath. But still. In her words, "But I was so so so so hot, Mom." It's in moments like these that I think to God with guilt ridden disrespect, Really? Couldn't I just have the normal parental challenges? Did I really have to work with grieving children, too? Especially when the way they act doesn't necessarily come across as "grieving", but everything else under the sun. Seriously. This is so dang hard.