So today I am getting ready to teach my class and I look in the mirror to make sure I look professional and grown up, so that people will take me seriously as I'm doling out parenting advice, and I saw it. There it was hanging out right out at the top my head like it had a right to be there or something. It was just looking at me, taunting me, waving lazily at my youth as it slid one more inch away down the slippery slope of life. And what you ask did I do about this intruder in my hair. This one single, wiry GRAY hair, I reached up and forcefully yanked it out. I will not be beaten that easily.
I always wanted to be a writer, don't laugh its true, but being mommy seems to have given me a permanent case of writer's block. So welcome to the happy little place where the dream and reality coexist. Join me for writings on the kids (Mason 7.5 yrs and Max 4 yrs) and the Hubby (Shane) and my own musings on life in general.