Going gray is not an option...

When I was a girl, I dreamed of when I was an adult. I was going to have 4 kids, a rich happy husband, a house with a white picket fence and I was going to bake cookies every day after school.

Instead I had one little girl with 12 personalities and a dog. My house turned into a mobile home with a covered front porch and anyone who has tasted my cookies knows that is a goal better left unaccomplished.

It didn't matter. I devoted my life to that little girl. I spent all my time with her and her friends. I became her Girl Scout leader. I volunteered at school all the time. We always had multiple children at our house. I learned how to bead hair and that I suck at Scene It- Disney Channel version. She was proud to tell the whole world I was her best friend.

Then one day my sweet little sunshine was replaced by an alien. She became...a PRETEEN. Not only do they not need me as much at school, she prefers I skip it altogether. We still have children around but they no longer want me to bead their hair and lose at games. They prefer makeovers and singing sans parent. While deep down I may still be her best friend, in public I'm her aunt.

I woke up one day and realized that I had built my life around this child and I no longer had much of an identity. If I'm not *Brat's mom, then who am I? What are my hobbies? What do I do for me? What would I LIKE to do for me? And most importantly, where the hell did all this gray hair come from??

So that's where we are today folks. I am starting on a journey. I am going from being Mom, to being ME. The fun part will be finding out who that is.

So what is this blog? This is my journey. You will see me explore changing my hair, my style, my life. You will join me as I explore hobbies and home remodeling. You will probably hear those awful stories about how annoying everyone else is. Hopefully you will find humor. And hopefully you will find inspiration to start your own journey. Whether your kids went to school, to that alien planet of teenage years or to college....we can share in the misery together. First stop-- HAIR DYE.

*Brat is not meant offensive....It's a term of endearment. Real names are not used to protect the crazy innocent.