I think I'm done.

I tried. I really did, but who am I kidding.
I am a blonde.
I was born blonde.
I got married blonde.
I had my kids blonde and I desperately miss it.
I thought I would get used to the brown because it really is a gorgeous color, but every time I look in the mirror it's just not me. So next week, I am heading back to my local hair salon and begging them change it back. Maybe this is a sign that I need to take time out for myself every other month to upkeep my blonde. I can live with that.