When I first transitioned to being a SAHM, I was lost. I had been working on my Master's degree. Working a part-time job. Interning with a senate campaign. I had no idea how to be "home". So, I lived in yoga pants that were at least one size too big. Oversized tees. I hardly ever put on makeup, even when I had to leave the house. Somehow, I got away with this for far too long, because Mr. M is a saint, and never said a critical word. I'd shower, throw a bit of moisturizer on my face -- not even tinted -- the horror! ... some workout clothes, and he'd say, "Goin' comfy again, babe?" "Yep." "Well alright." And he'd throw on a pair of basketball shorts and a hat and be right there with me, every step of the way. (This is a man who likes to do his hair, people.)
But now, pregnancy weight lost, self-esteem mostly back in hand, and with a toddler who will usually entertain herself while I get ready (::cough:: making our dog Teddy pretty), I find myself wanting to look nice again. Even if it's just for Baby Girl. My mom may or may not have harangued me a little bit about this in the early days of Maile. "Just put on a little mascara!" "Go get your hair done!" Okay, okay, you were right, Mom. And no, I'm not talkin' about putting on a silk blouse and your highest heels -- don't be cray-cray (I have had my most favorite silk top dry-cleaned twice since M was born, and still haven't worn it). But a pair of chino shorts and a simple tee? Yes.
I still have
days a lot of days when neither Maile or I make it out of our PJs. When, by the end of the day, I'm smeared with banana, have bits of chicken in my hair, and feel like I will never, ever, look "the way I used to" ... but I try. I do try.
Also, I still have roots. (Don't look, Mom! It's been a busy summer!) So instead, focus on the cute babe, and the fact that I'm dressed in non-gym attire.
Happy Hump Day!
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