Now granted, I probably need makeup more than ever but I just can't justify slabbing on the goo if I'm going to sweat it off anyway at the gym or if I am sitting here cozy with my beloved computer, or scrubbing a toilet.
It's just not as important to me as it used to be. I'd like to think it's because I've
I recently went to a baby shower, straight from the gym. All the ladies looked lovely, in their fall skirts and cute tights. I donned a cap and hoped I didn't stink. I felt a little self-conscious, a little exposed sitting at the table. But I turned my attention to the conversation at hand - I had kept my gym date/therapy session and made this special occasion, after getting the kids off to school all before 10 am. My heart was full, I'd accomplished a lot. The only thing missing was my vanity.
So, last night, I changed quickly, ran a brush through my hair. I turned the corner and caught Greg grimacing.
"What?" My confidence plunging.
Then he gestured to Zack, in a pair of old sweats and bright green froggie boots
"Tell me he didn't wear that to school today."
I just shrugged and smiled.
Because of course he did. You better believe it.
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