Why I have grey hair....

People are always shocked when I talk about my grey hair. They cannot believe I have it. The magic of hair coloring!

Truth be told, I started going grey at a fairly young age. However, I use to get highlights, and that use to cover it for the most part. It wasn't horrible, just a little bit.

Then I had kids. Nooooo, let me be honest, then I had my son. My daughter, she'll give me even more grey hair when she hits the teenage years, but right now, my son gives them to me by the CHUNK. Just huge chunks turn grey right before your eyes every time he does something nuts.

Case in point, I now have a HUGE tuft of grey hair on my head after my son almost got hit by a car this morning in the elementary school parking lot. Yup. He's just going to kill me at some point, I'm sure.

Before you start with the "why weren't you holding his hand" crap, rest assured, I always hold my kids' hands in the parking lot. He still managed to almost get hit by a car. Like an inch closer and I'd be writing this from an EMERGENCY ROOM, waiting for them to tell me "he's fine, because he hit his thick skulled head."

My kids are always looking for money on the street. They have a knack for finding it, and we always look for the heads up ones.....mostly because I'm superstitious and need all the good luck we can get. However, the two of them are trying to save up enough money so we can go to Disney World. No cruise, OBVIOUSLY, as we all know that disaster and how there's still been no resolution.

So the little nuggets are always checking out the street, the sidewalks, everywhere. Well, today my son insisted he saw money on the ground. His hand FIRMLY in mine, he decided to pull away and run to pick up what he thought was money.

People in the parking lot at my daughter's school drive like maniacs, even though kids are walking to get to school. Well, thankfully, today, for whatever reason, a huge SUV decided to take it slow and as I grabbed my son by the hood of his coat, the SUV stopped.

I grabbed him, pulled him over the side of the lot, and he was already crying because I had screamed "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE," and grabbed him pretty forcefully back to me. SO sure, he was crying. It wasn't that he realized he almost got hit, but he was embarrassed that I'd screamed and pulled him back to me in front of other people.

TOUGH SHIT kid. I'd rather you cry from embarrassment, because the alternative wasn't going to be very pretty.

I looked at him as tears poured out of his eyes and said, rather loudly, "When I am holding your hand, you don't EVER pull away from me. EVER. You almost got hit by a huge truck. NOTHING is so important, not money on the ground, or ANYTHING, for you to pull away from me when I'm holding your hand. YOU GOT IT?"

I didn't YELL at that point, I just spoke very calmly, and made sure to speak up when the important stuff was said. He understood I meant business. When I am super calm, and deliberate with my words, he knows "Mommy isn't joking around, and she means business. I f*cked up HUGE this time."

The Boy is responsible for the grey hair on my head, so it's actually a good thing I got hair color on sale at CVS yesterday, along with a coupon! I'll be dedicating time this weekend to covering up "the boy" related grey hairs freshly sprouted today.

Damn kid.