More strep, cotton candy hair. Old age.

Laney and Sophie do have strep. I went in to get checked, and although my test came back negative, he did note that my tonsils and throat were red and swollen, and pocked with scar tissue. He asked if I had problems with infections in my youth. That is an understatement.
Caleb was in the clear.
I am feeling so blah. I haven't been getting to the gym, and am feeling the effects of not exercising. Part of that is that stupid pain that has been giving me fits since July. I really wish I had the fortitude to go through medical school. Nursing school is looking better and better. When all the kids are in school, that is my goal. It's funny how your life's ambitions can take a radical change so late in life. When I was in college, my major was early childhood education. After I had kids, I said " NO WAY!"
I am not a young duckling anymore. I see it everyday in the mirror. I plucked a grey hair from my scalp on Monday. YIKES! I have laugh lines around my eyes. Nathan recently commented that I have wrinkles on my forehead when I am in deep though, or I am angry. ( Thanks for pointing that out dear..)
You rend to think of yourself as always being young. I am still Me, still Christi. I still think like I did when I was 16, and I remember all too well my teenage years like they were yesterday. It blows me away that I was 16 16 years ago. Half my life ago. You just never think that old age is creeping up on you. Not until you run on the treadmill for 30 minutes, and feel like your having an aneurysm.
I assume that is how our parents, and grandparents feel. Your heart and mind still are young and the memories are there, but your body starts to betray you. Hands that used to be porcelain, flawless and smooth now bear the effects of time. I have noticed it with my own hands. My Mothers hands. Hands that do mounds of laundry and dishes. Hands that bathe children, and peel potatoes. Hands that soothe fevered brows and clap the hardest as children kick a soccer ball, or sing in the school talent show. My hands now bare battle scars from raking leaves and lifting bags of groceries. All for using them as they were meant to be used.
So, I am growing old. So what. Graceful I may not be, but every scar, grey hair, line on my face will have been earned the very hard way. So bring it on Father Time!

Oh, Cotton candy hair. I desperately tried to straighten my hair this morning. I lined up my arsenal of product. Hair straightening serum and cream, a special brush, and blow dryer. I somewhat succeeded after 30 minutes of pulling and blowing hot air onto the cuticles. I was happy!
Then, I walked out to the van with the little ones to go run an errand. It was drizzly. As soon as that moisture hit my hair ( and not even the rain itself, just the moisture in the air) it was over.
I will use cotton candy as an example. Have you ever eaten cotton candy? Of course you have! When your tongue moistens the candy ( Pure sugar I may add), it melts. Yep. That's my hair. Simple as that. A clumpy, curly mess. I need desperate hair help.

G'night my little birds!
ChristinaMaria