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Today I simultaneously reached a new high and a new low.
We'll start with the positive...
Since we've had a rather rough couple weeks with our never ending remodeling of the basement (note to self: remodeling anything when you have 5 small kids is NEVER worth it.), I decided to give the kids a treat by covering them, the bathtub and my face with shaving cream during their bath. Hey, to each their own, right?
The desired effect was there. They giggled, they shaved, they painted, they ate it...all was great.
Bathtime ended.
The little boys went to bed.
The big kids hung out with Daddy getting ready for school tomorrow.
I got time to go to the gym. Sounds great, huh? Whatever could be bad?
Let's backtrack a bit. Read the end of the first sentence again—I'll wait.
That's right. I had covered my "beard" in shaving cream and had NEVER WIPED IT OFF.
Seriously.
Granted the foaminess had dissipated somewhat, but it was still an unattractive layer of white nastiness all over my face.
So, there I am rocking the elliptical, feeling pretty good and relaxed and then I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The sad part is, I didn't run to wipe it off, I just kept going...this, possibly was the actual low.
While I'd like to say that this was a random event, the truth is that I am completely oblivious 99% of the time. I think I go entire days without looking at myself in the mirror. I go about my life not realizing that I have puke down my back, cheerios on my butt and, in a particularly nasty incident, pureed carrots all over my white shorts (though I'm would like to believe that it's my supreme hotness that got people staring
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I'm wondering when I'm going to snap out of this fog and start looking human again. Or, am I destined to a life of Mom Jeans, sweatpants and floral dresses??? Should I just accept this for what it is and throw in the fashion towel at the ripe old age of 29??
Eh, there's worse things in life I guess. I have to admit, the thought of meeting the bus at 7 am in my PJ's doesn't sound all that bad...
We'll start with the positive...
Since we've had a rather rough couple weeks with our never ending remodeling of the basement (note to self: remodeling anything when you have 5 small kids is NEVER worth it.), I decided to give the kids a treat by covering them, the bathtub and my face with shaving cream during their bath. Hey, to each their own, right?
The desired effect was there. They giggled, they shaved, they painted, they ate it...all was great.
Bathtime ended.
The little boys went to bed.
The big kids hung out with Daddy getting ready for school tomorrow.
I got time to go to the gym. Sounds great, huh? Whatever could be bad?
Let's backtrack a bit. Read the end of the first sentence again—I'll wait.
That's right. I had covered my "beard" in shaving cream and had NEVER WIPED IT OFF.
Seriously.
Granted the foaminess had dissipated somewhat, but it was still an unattractive layer of white nastiness all over my face.
So, there I am rocking the elliptical, feeling pretty good and relaxed and then I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The sad part is, I didn't run to wipe it off, I just kept going...this, possibly was the actual low.
While I'd like to say that this was a random event, the truth is that I am completely oblivious 99% of the time. I think I go entire days without looking at myself in the mirror. I go about my life not realizing that I have puke down my back, cheerios on my butt and, in a particularly nasty incident, pureed carrots all over my white shorts (though I'm would like to believe that it's my supreme hotness that got people staring
.I'm wondering when I'm going to snap out of this fog and start looking human again. Or, am I destined to a life of Mom Jeans, sweatpants and floral dresses??? Should I just accept this for what it is and throw in the fashion towel at the ripe old age of 29??
Eh, there's worse things in life I guess. I have to admit, the thought of meeting the bus at 7 am in my PJ's doesn't sound all that bad...
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