Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Keepin' It Real

I rushed out to a meeting last night. It was the end of a long, frazzled, blazing hot day. I don't think I even took the time to brush my teeth & reapply lipstick after dinner, because I was running late. After the meeting, I spoke to a very sweet (and cute, and skinny) acquaintance of mine who also serves on the board. She was dressed in her "grown-up" career clothes & I had on a casual but cute sleveless top & denim bermuda shorts. Okay, everyone does tell me that the particular blouse is the best color evah for me...but, still. Long, crazy, freakin' hawt day. Sweet friend looks adorable & fresh as a daisy (as usual). After the meeting, she rushes up to me and says, "Oh, my GOSH...you look fabulous!!! I need to be doing whatever you've been doing! You look great!"

The only difference I can see is a few extra pounds, a leftover tan, and the flat-ironed hair. I tell you, I'm on to something with this straight hair thing. Oh yeah, and the stress. This has been the most traumatic, difficult, stressful, and life-changing year I've ever faced. I can literally feel myself aging.

But, this really cute and perky girl is standing here telling me how great I look. And you know what? I started to feel great. My long-ish, straight-ish hair felt all bouncy. I remembered I was in my A-game shirt. Yeah, I do look kind of great....I couldn't wait to get home & stand in front of the mirror to examine myself for signs of cuteness.

Of course, I was greeted with bath time on a School Night. Cute Girl suddenly turns back into Sweaty, Wilting Cess Pool of Motherhood. Oh yeah, and Fat Baby crapped in the tub. After I clean it out, get him back in and bathed, he begins to poke around my arm flab. He investivates the fat-dimples and asks, "Boo-boos?"

Thanks for bringing things back into perspective, Fat Baby.

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6 Comments:

At 12:11 AM, Blogger Blue Momma said...

My Punkin' poked my belly and asked me why it was so big.

I didn't tell him. And he had no gummy treats that day either.

 
At 6:35 AM, Blogger ~JJ! said...

Yup. Nuthing like crapping in the tub to bring you back to reality.

Especially when your kid does it...

hee hee..

If my girl grabs my boobies one more time and tells me they hang, I may smack her.

 
At 3:15 PM, Blogger Jennifer aka Binky Bitch said...

Kids definitely know how to knock us down a few levels, huh!

 
At 9:34 PM, Blogger Kim said...

Gotta love the flat iron. It is my best friend. Especially in this hot, humid time of year. My natural friz, I mean curls, get out of control. Way out of control!

I always feel a bit better about myself when I'm rockin the straight doo.

Kim @ TheBitterBall

 
At 5:17 PM, Blogger Worker Mommy said...

Ha, leave it to our kids to take us down a notch when we're feeling good.

Reminds me of the time I thought I was lookin cute and my kids just had to tell me butt looked big in my jean. *sigh*

 
At 10:50 PM, Blogger Ann(ie) said...

my flat iron is my heart and soul.
But, so is cheese. and chocolate. and liquor. I'm gonna stop now.

Crapping in the tub? ohmygoodness. Kids can sure give us a reality check.

hey and post a picture of your cute self and your sexy hair!! =) please?

 

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