Frumpiness

Today I noticed about an hour into the workday I’d forgotten to put on any makeup at all and my hair was all over the place. I wasn’t one of those people who thought 'that’ll never happen to me, I won’t be one of those moms who doesn’t care how she looks.' I’m a fundamentally lazy person, so I knew my appearance would slide. Clothes and hair were bound to go downhill. My one thing, though, was makeup. My skin hates me. I always have several breakouts and my skin just doesn’t look all that good in general. I knew I’d never be comfortable leaving the house for the day without makeup. To run a quick errand, maybe. To go to work, church, or really anywhere I’ll see people I know, no. Especially since my skin improved during my pregnancy with Paul (after getting WAY WORSE when I was pregnant with Meg), so I don’t have to do too much to it to look presentable. It used to take me 15 minutes to do my makeup, now it’s more like 2. Suscreen, powder, blush, mascara, good to go.

I’ve come to realize an unfortunate fact, though. It’s not always that those frumpy moms don’t care. Sometimes they just forget to brush their hair or put on makeup or change their spit-up-on shirt before going to work. I didn’t make the choice to let my hair and makeup slide today, I forgot and am rather embarrassed to be sitting here looking like this. This is how it starts. And yes, the sweater I'm wearing today happens to be the same one I wore yesterday, but I only wore it to church and it's still (pretty much) clean. Looks like I was right about the clothes-will-do-downhill thing.