Wednesday, December 1, 2010


If I someone took a snapshot of me at any given moment and handed it to me, I would probably gasp in horror.  Lately I have been avoiding mirrors like the plague.  The first word that comes to mind when I try to think of a way to describe myself is haggard.  Isn't that awful?  Doesn't it just sound atrocious?  But that's it...that's how I feel about myself right now. 

I'll be walking through the mall (pushing a stroller) or walking through Target (pushing my baby in the cart) and I will feel fine.  I'll see a cute, carefree mom who is wearing heeled boots, modern jeans, and a trendy top, which all look perfect with her make-up and freshly cut and styled hair.  She's got a baby about Theo's age so I'll be thinking to myself - oh, there's a lady just like me.  I'll give her that knowing mom smile and maybe she'll give me one back or maybe she'll just look at me and shake her head, thankful that she's still got it together.

Then I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror or the reflection of a storefront window.  I'm the mom wearing tennis shoes and the same jeans I've had for the last 5 years.  I haven't worn make up in, I don't know, weeks or maybe even over a month.  Every week and a half or so I'll catch a glimpse of my eyebrows in the rearview mirror while the sun is streaming through the sunroof and realize that every single person who has seen me in the light of day has probably wondered if I have EVER seen a mirror.  Then I'll scramble to get my tweezers out of the side pocket in my purse and pluck out the really long, dark ones before I go run the next errand.  I think I've gotten my eyebrows threaded 2 times in 2010.  Neither of those times were recent.  Then there's the upper lip hair.  I don't even want to talk about that.  It's virtually invisible under our dim bathroom lights so I don't notice it until I'm out in public. 

The last time I straightened or styled my hair?  Again, weeks.  Maybe months.  Last haircut? July.  Last one before that?  At least another 5-8 months before that.  Last color/dye job...also July (and it shows).  So, in other words, I have worn my hair in a ponytail for MONTHS.  I'm so ashamed of that, but secretly glad that it's long enough to do it.  Last pedicure?  Hmm.  Maybe July, but there's a good chance that I just painted my toenails myself. 

Last time I bought a new outfit?  July (and that was one single solitary dress.  on sale at Target for $14).  Currently I have a rotation of about 4 pairs of pants and twice as many shirts (mostly hoodies) that I wear.  I hate every piece of clothing I own.  I hate getting dressed.  I hate checking my reflection in the mirror before I leave.  Will I ever be that cute mom that makes someone else think I've really got it together? 

Why did I do so well in July?  I didn't, really.  Everything was done on the same day for an exciting anniversary dinner to The Melting Pot.  The best part?  My husband didn't even notice.  Just a general "you look nice."  Nice?  Whatever.  So much for knocking his socks off.  Thank goodness he loves me for me and not for being h-o-t-t because I'm afraid I'd let him down on a daily basis.   

But forget his socks, I want to knock my own socks off sometimes.  When I see the bags under my eyes and the increasingly obvious wrinkles on my hands... I wonder is this the end?  Kids must officially think I'm old.  Now that I'm a mom, is this how it's always going to be?  I was never, ever a fashionista or a knockout but I used to have days where I felt cute.  Even pretty at times.  I couldn't tell you the last time I felt pretty.  Well, that one day July I guess.  Before that...hmm....

To add to all of the stuff that I could control, if I ever made time for it, there are the (not-so-)fun things that come with being pregnant that I have absolutely no control over.  MY ZITTY FOREHEAD for example.  I thought you were supposed to glow with raidance when you got into the second trimester.  I'm glowing with oily skin and big shiny red things that would make Rudolph green with envy.  Sometimes I only get around to brushing my teeth once a day.  That won't give you any extra confidence, I promise.  I've been known to wear my glasses for a week or more because I didn't make time or have the energy to put in my contacts. 

My weight hasn't sky-rocketed out of control so that's one thing I've got going for me.  Not that anyone would notice, on top of everything else.  I need to do something for me.  Something to make myself feel pretty.  Or just normal. 

Making the time to do all this stuff is hard.  Justifying spending money on material things for myself isn't easy for me.  I just feel that these things are low on the priority totem pole when there are so many other things to think about right now.

Good thing my baby is cute.  Otherwise, I don't think anyone would notice me at all.



  1. Don't feel alone!! On my days off I drag myself out of bed to take Sierra to glasses, hopefully I got my mop into a ponytail, pajama pants, baggy sweatshirt so you can't see my braless-ness. Maybe I brush my teeth. Thankfully I can carry Noah to camoflauge myself. The REALLY bad thing is that when I go to pick her up 6 1/2 hours later I usually look about the same lol. This coming from someone who used to never leave the house without makeup!! The other day I actually put on a bra, sweats and contacts to take her and Sierra said "Mommy you got dressed to take me to school!!" sigh...she thinks sweats is "getting dressed". Oh well, she always looks great :)

    Being a mommy is hard enough, don't compare yourelf to the "cute" moms....she was probably wishing her baby was as cute as yours!

  2. The only reason I wear makeup is because I have to deal with the public on a daily basis and I want them to think I sort of care. On my days off (like today) I hang out in my pj's until about 5 minutes before David gets home. I might even shower. It's ok to feel this way, in fact it's normal. The woman with the baby, heels, and I assume skinny jeans, she's the weird one. And she probably doesn't work. You're a great mom and Theo doesn't care how your eyebrows look!

  3. I feel this way in my sweats everyday! Thanks for saying it outloud!

  4. Just wait until your kids can tell you how bad you look, like mine do. That will really boost your self-esteem. The only upside to that, is that sometimes they do say you look nice, so it is not all bad.