Yesterday, I put makeup on. Not my usual little bit of powder, little bit of mascara and chap stick routine...the full face. I'm talkin' powder, blush, eyeshadow, mascara, lip gloss...the whole sha-bang. It felt wonderful!
There was nothing special happening, I just wanted to feel pretty. Before I had my children I was always made up. My hair was always loose and flowing, my outfit was always put together and stylish.
Now that I'm a SAHM, I don't have much reason to get dolled up. My hair is usually in a pony tail, my face clean and bare, and my legs are, well, let's just say they're not exactly smooth. (Ch-ch-ch-chia! as my hubby would say)
I like to warn my friends who don't have children yet, that everything will change when they have kids, even their shower schedule. When my children were younger and I was still breastfeeding, I would often joke that when it came to showering, I had time to either wash my hair, or shave...never both in one showering session. So, that meant that I either had beautifully clean hair and chia pet legs, or I had the smoothest legs on the face of the earth, but my hair was, umm, er, not so fresh.
But yesterday, ahhh yes, I was a girl again. I was actually excited to go to the grocery store with makeup on. (Is it obvious that I don't get out much?) After turning a few heads, I came home feeling refreshed and confident. I was excited to see my hubby when he came home with the babies. (He took them to visit his grandmother) I couldn't wait to give him a glimpse of the girl he fell in love with.
A coupla hours later, hubby walks in the door and the first words out of his mouth when he sees me are "What's wrong with your face?"
WHAAA?? I ran to the mirror and there staring back at me, was disaster. You see, I'm so used to not wearing makeup that when I do have some on, I forget about it. My once perfect makeup was now smudged and smeared down my face. I looked like I spent the night sleeping in my makeup after a long night of too much to drink. You know what I'm talking about, when you wake up hung over and look like you got run over by a train...and mauled by a dog...and hosed down.
((sigh)) So I trotted off to the bathroom to wash the remnants of my makeup off. I emerged looking like my usual SAHM self...hair in a pony tail, face fresh, clean, and makeup free.
I bent down to hug my children and listen to their babbling tales of their adventures at Grandma's house. Hubby stood near, gazing lovingly at us. And that's when it hit me. My children love and adore me with or without makeup, my hubby thinks I'm beautiful despite my lack of lip gloss, and I'm accepting of the fact that my life (and my beauty routine) are changed forever...and I couldn't be happier.
There was nothing special happening, I just wanted to feel pretty. Before I had my children I was always made up. My hair was always loose and flowing, my outfit was always put together and stylish.
Now that I'm a SAHM, I don't have much reason to get dolled up. My hair is usually in a pony tail, my face clean and bare, and my legs are, well, let's just say they're not exactly smooth. (Ch-ch-ch-chia! as my hubby would say)
I like to warn my friends who don't have children yet, that everything will change when they have kids, even their shower schedule. When my children were younger and I was still breastfeeding, I would often joke that when it came to showering, I had time to either wash my hair, or shave...never both in one showering session. So, that meant that I either had beautifully clean hair and chia pet legs, or I had the smoothest legs on the face of the earth, but my hair was, umm, er, not so fresh.
But yesterday, ahhh yes, I was a girl again. I was actually excited to go to the grocery store with makeup on. (Is it obvious that I don't get out much?) After turning a few heads, I came home feeling refreshed and confident. I was excited to see my hubby when he came home with the babies. (He took them to visit his grandmother) I couldn't wait to give him a glimpse of the girl he fell in love with.
A coupla hours later, hubby walks in the door and the first words out of his mouth when he sees me are "What's wrong with your face?" WHAAA?? I ran to the mirror and there staring back at me, was disaster. You see, I'm so used to not wearing makeup that when I do have some on, I forget about it. My once perfect makeup was now smudged and smeared down my face. I looked like I spent the night sleeping in my makeup after a long night of too much to drink. You know what I'm talking about, when you wake up hung over and look like you got run over by a train...and mauled by a dog...and hosed down.
((sigh)) So I trotted off to the bathroom to wash the remnants of my makeup off. I emerged looking like my usual SAHM self...hair in a pony tail, face fresh, clean, and makeup free.
I bent down to hug my children and listen to their babbling tales of their adventures at Grandma's house. Hubby stood near, gazing lovingly at us. And that's when it hit me. My children love and adore me with or without makeup, my hubby thinks I'm beautiful despite my lack of lip gloss, and I'm accepting of the fact that my life (and my beauty routine) are changed forever...and I couldn't be happier.