This morning I went to do the grease check and happened to glance down at my face. To my horror, I saw that TWO HOURS after waking, I still had sleep lines on my face! Whoa. I don’t even know what to think about that. Besides, “wow, my face is as squishy as Asher’s thighs.”
Sometimes I miss taking care of myself. I do love that just out of the salon feeling. New haircut, fresh eyebrows, and the feeling that I’m actually still a bit okay under all that hair. Since we had our little cherubs, I get to the salon about every 4 to 6 months, or longer. At which time I feel guilty for spending the large sum of money it costs to have someone take a scissors and some wax to my head.
I’ve never really been all that high maintenance though. For instance, I have never had a manicure, as I choose to gnaw away at my nails with no regard for what they look like on a daily chewed-up basis. I know, gross. But I’m an overly anxious orally-fixated type who tries to pretend that this habit isn’t that disgusting.
They say it’s of utmost importance as a mom, to take care of yourself. I guess I haven’t figured out how. I rarely get to drink coffee that hasn’t gone cold while I tend to laundry, dishes, and the basic needs of my family. Every once and awhile I feel like I’ve caught up. I look around and see clean dishes and people and I’ll think I can grab a bite to eat or go to the bathroom. But then I turn around and see that the poor dog is still staring at me, wishing she had water or will one day get a walk again.
Therefore, my priority list when it comes to “me time” starts with reading and blogging, and spending time with friends. And that is where the list ends. When I do get a moment to myself, those are the things I choose. Even if I look a bit disheveled and oily while hanging with friends or reading blogs and books.
If I had all the time and money in the world I would have a great cut and color and a golden tan. I would possibly even consider stopping the nail-biting if I took time to think about it much. And I would have a shower nanny; one hired just for me to have time to get clean and shiny on a more regular basis. But I don’t. So for now when I get a chance, I will still opt for friends and words, rather than style and cleanliness.
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You can come to my house with greasy hair on Saturday. That’s what I told you to bring , right? I hope so… :-)
You can come to my house with greasy hair on Saturday. That’s what I told you to bring , right? I hope so… :-)
You can come to my house with greasy hair on Saturday. That’s what I told you to bring , right? I hope so… :-)
You can come to my house with greasy hair on Saturday. That’s what I told you to bring , right? I hope so… :-)
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