Y'know, I've really tried hard not to be that SAHM who wears sweats and never does anything with her hair. Even if it was just the simple act of wearing "real" clothes instead of my lounge/pajama stuff all day it was a little something I could do for myself that made me feel productive and put together. Well, I've fallen off the wagon...big time.
Ker-splat!
Mornings at my house, like everyone else's out there, are a circus. I'm feeling really accomplished if I have on matching socks and have brushed my teeth, after I've gotten the boys ready to go. Pitiful, I know.
I need to get back in the habit of throwing out a fresh outfit for myself along with the boys' stuff every night.....
**Several days later**
Okay, I've tried to make an effort. I even managed to eke out a moment or three to run a hot iron over my clothes. A nice blue button down shirt and some new slacks that I'd gotten with some birthday money.
I was quite delighted that I'd been afforded such a luxury as ironed slacks (not worn out jeans, mind you) right up until I was asked in Wal-Mart if I worked there.
*SIGH*
I tried, people, I really did.
