Define “Cute.”
I stood in front of my mirror the other day and thought, “Surely that is not me!” I hoped it was just bad lighting or something. I definitely wasn’t too pleased. I don’t have a lot of time these days to dedicate a beauty regimen, and the kids don’t really care if I wear mascara, so sometimes I just save myself the hassle. But sometimes, even I get tired of looking at myself in this state. Sometimes, I make myself jump in surprise because I think someone else is in the bathroom looking at me.
It’s easy to get discouraged with ourselves. If you are like me, you are busy in the trenches with kids, school, work, and household duties. Oh, and add to that, marriage. After chasing kids around, doing homework, cooking dinner, feeding animals, cleaning, driving, loving, fixing, and listening, you have to make sure you look awesome. Put down that laundry and go straighten that hair, because you look like you just kissed a light socket. To top it off, your husband can look like [a] train wreck, but that makes him somehow more manly and acceptable. Life is so unfair.