Last night as I was getting ready for bed, I caught a glimpse of something shiny in the mirror.
"Is that.....No, it can't be. It just can't"
Upon closer inspection, my fear was confirmed. It was...dun dun duuuuunn...a gray hair! Then I saw another. And another. And ONE FREAKING MORE!
Until this point, I only had two gray hairs in my life and I chalked them up to flukes. I knew it was inevitable. Everyone goes gray. I was just hoping I had a few years and a few more kids left before they started popping up.
So, I did what every young woman blantantly trying to ignore the fact her 30th birthday is a few months away would do. I pulled them out and examined them. What was funny is that only part of the strand was gray. As I looked at them, I figured the gray equaled about 3 months of growth.
Max happened 3 months ago.
I can almost pinpoint the exact moment I began labor on each of those strands!
Before I ever found grays I said I was going to be the woman who just let gray happen and be a graceful salt and pepper, like my dad. I wasn't going to spend thousands a year on coloring my hair. I only dyed my hair once and was too cheap to keep it up.
Ha! Ha! I say to pre-gray Laura. I made a mental note to check my salon's prices at my next appointment.