Yesterday at work co-worker commented that she this was the first time she had ever seen gray in my hair..I laughed and told her it was because I was working so much that I didn’t have time to get my hair done. After work I was at the neighbors with Ashley and the sun hit my head and she literally screamed “oh my God, what is wrong with your hair>?????”. Apparently the big gray spot looked purple in the sunlight. Later in the evening Michael noticed and said” cool, you will be a really cool old lady”. My question is when did my basic maintenance start to become part time job? Going to hairdresser used to be a treat but not apparently it is a necessity. I am graying , growing hair in the same places on my face that my pre-pubescent son is and my skin…well it has just gone straight to hell. I do not have the time or the resources to combat this attack on my body. I have so many creams and lotions to apply and slather that I have to devote more time than I want just to get ready for bed. Everything I put in my mouth goes straight to my gut and the energy to exercise is a distant memory. I know exercise gives you energy but where do I get the initial energy to exercise to get the energy? I am in the abyss between being cute and young and being old and just not giving a damn. When I lose the energy to accessorize I want someone to just shot me.

I know that 40 is the new 30 and blah , blah blah but seriously people I need a full time colorist and chin hair plucker just to keep ahead of the curve. Not to mention that my chin hairs are evil and can go from nothing to three inches long overnight. If science could figure out how to grow crops at that rate we would be the best feed nation in the world.

Don’t get me wrong I am not giving up. I have a hair and nail appt. at 11:00 but it ain’t as fun as it used to be. I may still be “painting the barn” but it’s not what it used to be. Oh well, orthopaedic shoes and moo moos can’t be that bad……….