In Which I Have An Interesting Encounter And Write A Really Short Blog Post Because I Am Tired

Yesterday I'd just gotten back to the house from my (very short) walk with Connor when there was a knock on the door.  I opened it to discover one of the neighbors I hadn't met yet waiting on the front porch with her dog-- she'd obviously been out for a walk too. 

"Hi!" she chirped, giving me a friendly grin.  "Is your mom home?"

I gave her a sort of stunned look.

Obviously thinking that I was a shy or perhaps sort of surly teenager, she tried again.  "Your mom-- is she home?" 

"Um," I replied in a very articulate fashion.  I was still kind of in shock.  Her grin faltered a little bit.

"Wait a second," she said, giving me a closer look.  "Are you mom?"

The contents of the ensuing conversation are unimportant for the purposes of this blog, but trust me when I say that the rest of it did not get any less awkward from that point on. 

I'd just dyed my hair the night before, which might have had something to do with it.  I'd dyed it because I now have large streaks of gray running through my formerly mouse-brown tresses.  I also have crow's feet.  Two years of frequent adrenaline rushes, little sleep and tons of stress have not done good things to my body, and by now I'm used to being mistaken for being a lot older than I really am.  So I was a little taken aback to be confused for someone closer to my future daughter's age (twelve) than my actual age (pushing thirty).

I'll have to remember which brand of dye-in-a-box I used.  This stuff is magic.   

~Jess