A couple days ago one of my neighbors called and said she had just pulled a hot loaf of bread out of the oven and wanted to bring it over. (Ca-CHINGA!) I obliged her. Who am I to not let someone serve? The call was a nice heads up and as I passed a mirror I realized the call was a necessity really. I mean....
Look at yourself.
For starters its 5:00 PM and you are wearing a robe. Are you sick? Are you drunk? Have you totally given up? (<--- check.)
Under the robe was one of Ken's t-shirts that was covered in baby puke, rice cereal, applesauce, and Kole snot. I was wearing pajama pants with holes in them, fuzzy socks that didn't match, and, you guessed it (!) no bra.
Since Christmas I have dressed (Can I call that dressed?) this way.... oh... ?.... everyday. And declared each day, "A Comfy Day!" I'm the mom and can make such declarations. But, as I saw myself in the mirror I just blushed. I was so embarrassed. I had let myself go. And all this time I thought that happened sometime in my mid 30s not late 20s. All I was missing was the bad haircut.
I instigated a new 5 Minute 5 Step Emergency Preparedness System.
I've used it multiple times since in order to get ready in less than 5 minutes.
Step 1. Apply bra.
Step 2. Brush teeth.
Step 3. Get dressed. (Nothing fancy. But jeans and a shirt. That's yours. That fits.)
Step 4. Bronzer, mascara, lip gloss or chap stick.
Step 5. Sock bun.
If you really wanna knock 'em dead put in a pair of earrings. Studs probably.
What I love about this:
I instantly look presentable but not overly presentable. I don't want to look like I am going out or like I got dressed up for someone. Even though I did. I want to look like a mom. Just a mom that has it put together. The bra really does wonders. And sometimes, when I am brushing my teeth at night before bed I have been asking myself... Is this my first time doing this today? Usually... yes. Gross. Sad. Despicable. Putting on jeans is a big deal. I've been saying I'm not going anywhere why get dressed? Um. Because you're human? To set an example for your kids? To feel a part of the day? To not go overboard? Going overboard. Meaning... when you wear sweats all day everyday... it's hard to gauge when you've had enough to eat. Have I made myself clear on where I am there? The bronzer, mascara, and lip gloss make me look alive and bright without looking like I tried too hard. And the sock bun. My new obsession. I feel like a ballerina every time I do one. It's elegant but it can also be saying, "I've got a lot to do today. I can't be bothered with my hair." Which is the message I feel I have been expressing with such hairstyle.
So. Voila. 5 minutes. 5 steps. And you look ready. For unexpected visitors. Or warm bread.
I'm in heaven.
This reality check gave me another... and after tipping the scale at One. Seven. Zero.
I went to the gym for the first time since September. I did 3.5 relatively quick miles on the elliptical and felt basically bed stricken. I couldn't move. I couldn't bend. It hurt so bad. Ken says that's good. I'm thinking I might need another 4 month break.