There was a time (not that long ago, and yet, somehow forever ago) when I would have never (ever) in a million zillion years been caught dead out in public looking like something the cat dragged in.
There was a time when I would never have gone to the grocery store with my gray roots showing, my hair frizzed out to oblivion, wearing the same jeans I had had on for the past 2 days, topped off with my husband’s gigantic hooded sweatshirt (with the big bleach stain on the elbow from the time that I spilled bleach onto an entire load of his clothes.)
There was a time when wearing makeup meant putting it on a freshly cleaned face, not having it still on left over from the day before.
There was a time when I would have absolutely refused to get behind the wheel of the car, while still wearing my pajamas…and slippers…with my hair twisted up in a huge towel on my head like a turban, to drive my 7th grader to school.
There WAS a time.
But that time has gone.
I used to have pride.
But now I have kids.
And you can’t have both.
Well, maybe YOU can…but I, obviously, can not.