My Horrible Morning

So, I got up this morning and was so excited! I had some new granola that I had just got from Trader Joes yesterday. It was high up on the shelf and I was pleasantly surprised that no one else had discovered it yet. I opened the new crisp package and poured myself a generous portion in a big bowl. I took my time to evenly slice bananas covering the surface of the yummy granola. And then it happened... I opened the fridge and realized we were out of milk. I could blame and punish the three milk drinkers who drink gallons hourly but decided it wouldn't do any good. I had to come up with a solution fast. I couldn't put the cereal back in the box as it was already covered with fruit. I couldn't run to the store because by the time I got the kids ready and went there and back my once perfectly sliced bananas would be brown and slimy. And then it hit me. For years I have known about a solution my father in law uses when there is no milk. And so I did something I swore I would never do. I held my big bowl up to the water dispenser on our fridge... I walked to the table determined that it would still be a good breakfast. I sat down, closed by eyes and took a bite... Hey, not bad, but I was regretting the decision to get the lowfat granola. Now was not the time to skimp on taste. And if you're using water to pour over it, who cares about the extra fat? So, after the first couple of bites I was beginning to think that maybe my father in law wasn't so crazy after all. But then my four year old checked me back into reality when he said, "Mom, is that water in your cereal?" Trying not to falter in my attempt to salvage my breakfast, I said confidently, "Yes, it is." and shoved another bite in my mouth. To which he replied, "Sounds gross" then looking closer and saying with more gusto, "EWWW!." Still munching on the watery, lowfat bite, I realized he was right and my breakfast dream was shattered...

I may start wearing makeup in my late twenties...

So, I have never been a person who wears make-up. Sure there have been special occasions like prom, wedding, boredom... But as a general rule I have been pretty much naked faced for almost 27 years. The main reason is because I always felt make-up holds you back. What if I want to sweat, or cry, or go in a waterfall? You can't do this if you are wearing makeup without looking like some kind of kindergarten art project. It hinders spontaneity. The other reason I didn't is because I didn't want the real me to be the slightly less prettier version. You know those people (like Oprah) that when you see them with their makeup off it's scary. Wearing makeup then becomes a must because then if you don't have time to put it on you scare everybody with the duller version of yourself. (the real you) I just have never been able to handle that kind of commitment! The last reason was that I was fine with my natural look. And then I had kids... Now granted, having three children in three years did not change the look of my face. But it surely has changed everything else! There are things (two things to be exact) that are supposed to be perky that aren't anymore, the skin on my stomach looks like a road map with all my stretch marks, and I am pretty sure I use to have a belly button. But I can't change any of those things outside of some major surgery. But I can buy some make-up and start to look like a care a little about my appearance. My sweat pants and sporty clothes are no longer a statement of my interests but the sloppy look of a tired mother. So, I bought myself some mascara. It's a small step I realize. But in putting it on I feel prettier in my sweatpants with my stretch marks and flabby stomach. It's kind of like repainting the outside of your messy house. Buy some make-up, a new shirt, suck it in, and voila a new woman!