Confession: I am a hot mess.
I'm not 100% sure how it happened even. But geez. The last few years have thrown us some pretty substantial loops and apparently the things I used to be somewhat good at I am now not so good at. I can't pinpoint exactly when it happened, but I think it happened somewhere between December 2010 and September 2011. Before that my house was always clean, my makeup always done, things decently organized, I could put together a decent outfit and seem presentable most of the time.
Now? Now. Well.
In the interest of full disclosure I haven't done yesterday's dishes, there are at least 7 loads of laundry residing on my bedroom floor waiting to be folded and put away, I went make-up less somewhere in the vicinity of four or five days this week, and the same three pair of yoga pants are making rotations in my normal wardrobe, and I can't seem to get beyond item number 3 to do list I make.
I mean...I can't even...I don't...Seriously. How?
It was brought to my attention today just exactly how bad it has got when I came out of my bedroom, hair curled, full face of makeup, and actual jeans. It wasn't anything I thought to be special or amazing, probably how I should look every day. Olivia gasped, "Mudder! You look beautiful! You look so cute! You're like a different mom!"
Is it really that infrequent that I make myself look decent that when I consider myself merely presentable my 4-year-old thinks I look like a different mom?
How exactly do other mom's do it? I look at my friends and I don't have a single frump among them. I am clearly and obviously the dud. How do you other moms do it? No, really. How? I feel exhausted and overwhelmed so much of the time lately. Maybe it's that baby boy who thinks sleep is for the birds? Or our business that doesn't really let me have a life anyway? Or maybe, just maybe, those are just excuses I'd like to use but really, everyone else seems to have their crap together. So what's wrong with me? Where did I go so wrong that I went from satisfied with myself to hot mess? And it's not even good hot mess.
I'm not trying to sound all pity party or anything. Cause really, I'm equal parts horrified and oddly amused. My heads in a good place so I'm thinking maybe its time for everything else to fall in line. I can totally handle it. I just need someone to tell me how to do it.
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?