Oh to be young again

I look in the mirror and what do I see?  I see more and more gray hairs coming in everyday.  I see these lines at my eyes that some say are laugh lines, Ha!  I even have crinkles across my forehead.  I don't use moisturizers like I should.  I do have face masks that I use, but again not like I should.  I have threatened to go get a box of  Clairol, but Brian actually likes gray hair.  Men, they are no help when it comes to getting OLD!  In fact just the other night, Brian asked the "How old are you again" question.  The one question I most despise, well that and how much I weigh.  Those two dreadful questions will make me turn into a monster.  A green hairy monster!!

Here is my self portrait from the other night.

Like I said it is not a pretty sight, so why do people constantly ask those dreadful questions?  Do I need to be reminded that in August I will be 38 years old and in another two years I will hit the BIG 4-0?  No, I do not!  I mean 40 is even closer to 50, which is even closer to 60.  Do you see what is happening here?  It is a down hill run!  The numbers are passing me by like the second hand on a clock!  The adventure is gone.  I am all washed up, then again life as a mother can be exciting.  You know those floors need to be mopped by someone and those clothes have to be ironed!  Oh and don't forget the food does not get cooked all by itself!  No, no, no life is good!  It is real good and getting old is part of it.  The problem is facing it.  Telling yourself that no matter how old you are, you are beautiful.  You are a woman of virtue.  A woman that is loved by her family and will always be needed.  Now that is something to look in the mirror and smile about!