The "Scream"

    Interesting days are so fun to look back on late at night and just sigh with relief that it's summed up as one for the books. Oh, wait, I guess in my case, it's just one for the journal!
      
       I know I don't normally write about my daily adventures here in this world. I'll gander the meaning for this is, I've just lived through the last 24 hours, I really don't feel like rehashing it so quickly. I need time to muddle it all around, find a reasoning, see if anything fascinating or perplexing happened, reduce it to simplicity and then rant about it in my own personal style. It's just how I simply process things.
     
       Ah, how I ramble off topic. Back to my 2 o'clock. My youngest daughter it seems is gifted under the classification of her school testing. <I already knew the little bug was a genius, didn't need IQ tests for that, but I'm biased as all Moms are, so what can you do?> So she was selected to be part of a "special" program at school. Now, I've been a bit torn about this program. Honestly, most of the time it just seems like a free for all. But young Kaitlyn is bored in regular class most of the time, so at this point I see no harm in it. Today was Parent teacher conferences in the G. A. T. E.  program. (If your curious that's supposed to mean gifted academically talented education)

       Now, this conference is different then you may think. There is no parent teacher "conference." This is the talented children giving presentations to first their own parents individually, then as a group. Kaitlyn informed me, and her father, how wonderfully she is doing in her class. She is currently studying all forms of art expression and had done some beautiful renditions of some Picasso and Edvard Munch. It was fun to watch her spit out some pretty gifted and talented words to describe her achievements. My eye's wandered over the many posters adorning the walls and realized I've signed her up for a vocabulary class too!
      
       Ok, off topic I meander again. See, this is why I should always chew things around in my mind before writing! The funny part of why I'm torturing myself and probably anyone else reading all these rambling words, is this.
      
       It is my darling daughters turn to stand next to my sitting body and begin her presentation. The adorable gifted teacher is starting to hush everyone up and at the microsecond everyone comes to a screeching halt of chatter, my daughter makes this statement "WOW Mom, your gray hair is really starting to show!" Remember she is standing, I am sitting..........the silence blared as loudly as her compliment.
      
       Ok, one might think I would be able to stutter out some sort of intelligent remark. But no, I was stunned into silence. Yes, I can be silent. Can we say 10 shades of red? Emergency calls to my hairstylist!  All eye's were instantly on me, a creepy vibe overcame the room as we all questioned our own midlife status.  Suffice to say, therapy shopping put a bandaid on the wound this evening, and a canyon in my checking account.

       Out of the mouths of babes is starting to give me gray hair..............

            
    Lets just say, if Edvard Munch was sitting in that room, he would be able to paint an entirely new version of "The Scream"