Now, I don't really feel my age, and neither does my husband. I'm pretty sure we still think we are about 27 years old, except when we hurt our backs from picking up toys. Just today he referred to an "older" lady who might have been 35. We are almost 35. 35. We don't really feel like it though.
I mean, sometimes I feel old, like this New Years Eve. Do I have to stay up until midnight? After all, the next is my day to get up with the kids, who will still get up at 6:30.
I also felt old this morning when I looked in the mirror this morning and found 3 gray hairs. Really, gray hairs? Where did that come from? I used to highlight my hair, but then, I had a second kid and really couldn't find the time to get it done. Seeing this gray in my hair really inspires me get my hair highlighted again, or, at least, make a meeting with Ms. Clairol. I'll keep you posted.
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