I'm going to set the scene for you. It's bedtime, last night. After having watched an amazing movie and one of my favorite TV shows, I'm extremely exhausted from not having gotten much sleep the night before. So, I zombie-like drudge off to the bathroom to splash water on my face, brush my teeth, and head to bed. I'm slightly bent over the sink, running water on my toothbrush, when I glance up for a second... a second that changed my life forever. Staring back at me in the reflection of the mirror was not one, not two, not any less than a dozen.....
In a panic, I called out to hubby to come here right now, as I pretty much smashed my face to the mirror, picking through the atrocities. 'What's wrong?' I hear from the bed. What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG????? I go running into the bedroom, grab the bedside lamp, shove it to my head, and say, 'THIS is what's wrong.'
'I don't see anything.'
'HOW can you NOT SEE ANYTHING?? THEY ARE EVERYWHERE!!!'
He gets a little closer. 'What are everywhere?'
'THE GRAY HAIRS!'
'No way. You don't have gray hairs. Let's go into the bathroom with better lighting, because I don't believe you.' (You mean, the bathroom I tried to get you to come into when I was first panicking? THAT bathroom? Urgh.)...
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