Why do I feel like I’ve aged 100 years today.

Is it because my sunspots and wrinkles show more when there’s nothing to distract from them?

Is it because my husband made his “I’m not going to cry but instead make an incredibly pitiful choking-back-the-tears” sound? Right after he kissed me on my shaved head and told me I was beautiful.

Is it because my children seemed to age before my eyes as well? The 12 yo, not sure how to handle the situation. The 7 yo, wanting nothing to do with it and just stare at me. And the 4 yo, wanting to shave me, himself, the FedEx man and the world because it looks fun and now he wants to be a barber when he grows up.

I was a little concerned that my entire head was going to look like the forehead of Worf on Star Trek. Thankfully, it doesn’t. And we now know exactly where my 10 month old gets her head shape.

Sorry to my stylist, who I know really wanted to trim me up. But I think I would have hurt the Herdsman’s feelings if I didn’t let him do it. His direct statement, “I’ve trimmed more top lines than she has.” If you’ve ever shown an animal, you know what that means.

Although I think he’s starting to see the silver lining, after my gigantic Amazon order of wigs…he’ll be married to a different woman every day!

I know it’s just hair. I know that. But I also have been in denial about ever having cancer until now. And, today, I look like a cancer patient.

Gulp.

If that doesn’t age you, I don’t know what will.