Still in denial.

This morning I was up at 5 am ...again (cause that's how I roll).

Not really. It's still cause of the damn dogs playing and bumping into the walls of my house outside my window. The hamsters were starting a new marathon in their wheels AND I had to bathe the cat because he was scratching all the time and started looking like a dalmation.

Gross, I know.

Anyway. I figured I'd comb* my hair since I had a crap-load of time. The kids were up and getting ready for school. I sat on my bed with my mirror and my flat iron and got to work.

Now, I don't know if it's the crappy lighting in my bedroom or what but I know I saw a shimmer on my head. So there I go..scrambling through my hair like a momma monkey grooming her young.

ME: Miah! Come here! Quickly!

MIAH (calling back from the other room): Yes Ma'am?

Me: Come here! Help!

Miah comes strolling into my room looking at me like I'm crazy.

MIAH (nonchalantly): what? what's wrong?

ME: Come here and look at this. (I'm leaning waaaay over so that she can see the spot) What do you see there? Do you see something shiny in there?

MIAH: Yeah.

ME: What is it?

MIAH: A gray hair.

ME: UGH...NOOOO! WELL.. GET IT!! SAVE MOMMA FROM GETTING OLD AND SHRIVELING UP! QUICK!

Shoot....Miah pounced on it with a quickness.

And so...until I find another one..I will be safe and won't shrivel up in my bed and die of suffocation from the gray hairs that want to overtake my head. My children will defend me.

So far...that's two that I've found. Let that be a lesson to them.

*comb-I actually tell people that I "combed" my hair if I did that day because I don't usually "comb" it. I usually just wash it and throw it up in a bun and go.