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Painted Lady


So, yesterday I had a crazy day. In addition to all the things I was talking about yesterday, I took chickadee to Big City for a Doctor's appointment. That's why I let the house give me lip. I've had a hard time shutting out my old expectations of myself.

It's hard to sort through what I should invest my time in trying to improve in my lovely life disaster, and what I should let sift away in the wind. Sometimes persistence becomes OCD anxiety, and other times it saves my life. Like the house for instance. Versus getting up every morning and exercising.

Yesterday I; got up, exercised, showered (earth shattering), put on makeup, drove miss THANG to school, and then had breakfast. While I was putting on makeup-and miss THANG came to watch me with curiosity-I realized I felt fabulous. Even though I felt like I didn't have time, and even though I almost made her late to school.

I cleaned off all the sweat with Noxzema, which reminds me of my mom. The eucalyptus made me relax. Then I put on concealer and watched my sunburn blend into my permanent football greasepaint. I felt awake. Then I quickly swished on mascara and nude blush/eye shadow and stained my lips.

In a day that I knew was destined to be full of whining, doctors, nurses, bottles, poop, and more whining, it felt good to take care of myself and feel put together. I've heard people say that we should all wear makeup just for other people's benefit. Yeah. That doesn't work for me at all as motivation.

But this? This emotion was worth it. I could see myself living up to that again. As I was sitting down to write, I knew I'd had some really good ideas as to what I wanted to write about. I was pleased with most of them. But this one? This one made me smile.

So today after I shower, I'm gonna make a point to do my make up again. Smiling makes me feel better.

If you want some more ideas on how to make yourself smile visit MrsFatass here: STRUT. I heart her.

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Comments

  1. Aww. Now look at you choking me up before I've even had my coffee. Bless your heart. In a good way.

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  2. Looks like Operation Sexification has begun!! Way to go, sexaaaaay lady :)

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  3. I'm glad that you felt so good! Those days are nice and I wish you many more. It's nice when taking care of ourselves feels like pampering! :) Off to vote!

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  4. Do what makes you happy, my friend.

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  5. Oh I love break through moments like this!

    You go sexy momma!

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  6. That is great. It's amazing the difference taking care of ourselves makes emotionally. We take care of our families wonderfully, but forget about ourselves most of the time. I think you are making such amamzing progress in this crazy journey :)

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  7. I so agree! You should do little things to make YOU feel better about yourself. You just inspired me to get my arse out the door and do the running I have avoided this morning :)

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  8. I totally agree with you! Taking time for myself to look good makes me feel good! Keep smilin'!

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  9. I'm glad that you felt good - the little things that make us happy are so nice!

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  10. I love this post!!! Though wearing makeup is an every day must for me, it sounds like it was both liberating and fun for you!! Whatever makes you smile!!!!

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  11. How'd it go? I mean the appointments AND The makeup? Hope it was a happy day ...

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  12. Putting makeup on for someone else was never my idea of good motivation - but doing it for myself - hey now! There's a great idea! Plus I know I feel stronger dealing with doctors and such if I look put together. It's like my warpaint! Way to go!

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  13. Anything is worth for your smile!! Excellent post. Made me smile too. Have a wonderful day ♥

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  14. It does feel good to spend a little time on oursalves, doesn't it? I know it sure helps ME leave the house on a good note!

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  15. You have so much going on in your life and I love that you are taking care of yourself in these small ways!

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