I looked at my hair in the mirror yesterday.
It's incredibly dirty.
Up in a pony tail.
With a headband.
Nothing really worth looking at.
But then, a little glimmer caught my eye.
A glint of
GRAY.
Who am I?
Is this my life?
What is happening?
My sister said, "Well, you're almost 30."
Shut your mouth, I am not!
(For the record, I turn 28 in July. 28 is not almost 30.)
My mom didn't have any sympathy either.
Pretty sure she giggled at me.
D's response was, "At least you already dye your hair!"
I ripped the hair out.
And cried.
If it makes you feel any better, Eric loves walking by me and pulling out whatever gray hair he finds. Make it stop!!!
ReplyDeleteI've had gray hair since 6th grade. I have noticed more lately, though. And I'm not much older than you. Take it as a badge of motherhood honor.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, you are one of the unlucky majority :( I thought you were having a major, major crisis, lol!
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