I am NOT old. I won't tell you my age, but I have two teenage daughters, been married almost 20 years, and I was no child bride. But I don't feel old. Some days, I still feel like I am just a kid playing house. But things have been happening lately that bring my age crashing in. Like the fact that I can no longer wear contacts. Or the fact that it takes half the time to gain 10 pounds and three times the time to lose it.
But worst of all by far is the fact that my scalp has become very sensitive. To the point that I can no longer color my hair. Unfortunately, I seem to have inherited my father's genetic trait of going grey early. Sometimes I feel like the tinsel of our last Christmas tree ended up on my head.
But I can put it out of my mind. For a while. Until some precocious middle school darling reminds me. Like Faith did yesterday....
I work with three girls two times per week to help their spelling skills. But sometimes I am late getting to my room for them if I am out meeting with teachers. Usually they are good about just waiting for me. But apparently yesterday they felt they had waited long enough and they went out looking for me. When I found them headed back to the room, they had the principal with them. We had a laugh about teaching them the college rule of waiting 10 minutes and then Mrs. C. kept me in the hall while the girls went in the room.
She had to tell me about the conversation the girls were having as they looked for me, making predictions about where I might be. And Faith said, "Maybe she's somewhere coloring her grey hair!"
Anyone know of a hair color that is good for a very sensitive scalp? :-)
Two Writing Teachers.