Yes, I Know I Look A Hot Mess
"You look so nice/cute/pretty today!"
It's nice to hear it but dayum if it doesn't sometimes make a sista wonder - and that would be moi doing the wondering -if she looks like crap the other days of the week.
If I rarely look put together these days, let me tell you why:
My mornings begin around 5 AM. I take the dog out. I feed the dog. I check my email. I work out. I take the dog out again. I get myself dressed. Sometimes I'm so tired that I don't care what I put on. I'd rather just wear what I wore the day before.
I get my two sons dressed, fed and packed up for school. I have to detach my nine year old from a jar of hair gel and drag him out of the bathroom and make my seven year-old stop skateboarding in the backyard. I hustle us to the car and we drive 30 minutes in traffic to school...
...At which point I desperately want to go home and go back to bed, but of course we all know THAT is not happening. And so I go to work.
There are days I feel extremely jealous of all the people I know who have no one but themselves to get dressed and out the door. There are days when I look at the clothes in my closet and think how I'd love new ones -except a) I hate shopping and b) my nine year-old grows like a weed and HE needs new clothes.
No, I don't want to trade my kids for a pair of new shoes, but you know what I mean.
Sigh. Sorry that I sting your eyeballs sometimes. Sorry I look a hot mess most days of the week. I'll try to better. Really. I will.
It's nice to hear it but dayum if it doesn't sometimes make a sista wonder - and that would be moi doing the wondering -if she looks like crap the other days of the week.
If I rarely look put together these days, let me tell you why:
My mornings begin around 5 AM. I take the dog out. I feed the dog. I check my email. I work out. I take the dog out again. I get myself dressed. Sometimes I'm so tired that I don't care what I put on. I'd rather just wear what I wore the day before.
I get my two sons dressed, fed and packed up for school. I have to detach my nine year old from a jar of hair gel and drag him out of the bathroom and make my seven year-old stop skateboarding in the backyard. I hustle us to the car and we drive 30 minutes in traffic to school...
...At which point I desperately want to go home and go back to bed, but of course we all know THAT is not happening. And so I go to work.
There are days I feel extremely jealous of all the people I know who have no one but themselves to get dressed and out the door. There are days when I look at the clothes in my closet and think how I'd love new ones -except a) I hate shopping and b) my nine year-old grows like a weed and HE needs new clothes.
No, I don't want to trade my kids for a pair of new shoes, but you know what I mean.
Sigh. Sorry that I sting your eyeballs sometimes. Sorry I look a hot mess most days of the week. I'll try to better. Really. I will.
Comments
will it make you feel any better if i point out that at least your dog doesn't have a bladder infection? (cause mine does, and, man, does that ever add to the morning stress.)LOL.
i'm trying to tell myself that it could be worse--like if we had wall-to-wall carpeting, for example.
here's to laughing right through it all...
Whaat? A bladder infection? Dogs can get those? (says the newbie puppy owner!)
It's just like having a puppy. lol.
And yes, my husband and I don't have any children so we look perfectly put together in the morning. Now I'm feeling guilty...maybe I'll get a dog (they're cheaper).