Spinning around

I could have kissed a coworker and I nearly broke down and cried when she gave me a compliment on my hair and dress the other day. “You always look so put together,” she smiled as we passed.

My heart stopped. What!? Ah, please say that again.

For one, I didn’t even remember what I was wearing. I had to look down to make sure there was no crusty squash puree or milk splattered on me. And, these days, squeezing the muffin top into my pre-baby clothes isn’t so pretty, but I can fake it some days. Yes, I have a mirror at home and I run right past it most days. And, I’ll be honest, showering and brushing my hair feels like a luxury. “Calgon, take me away” – for shiz.

From the moment I wake up to “MOM!!! I want cereal …. Please,” I am running. A mom’s job is constant: There is the reading of stories, the making of meals, including diner, putting Barbie’s dress on for the fifth time in the day, cleaning up the house, paying of bills, changing of diapers, possibly time to grab some groceries, exercising, playing hide and seek, and finally, I get around to eating my apple and praying for the clock to tick to naptime. Before I know it, it’s time to throw on whatever I can find, slap on some makeup and pin up my hair or say screw it and let it ride the wind. I get to work just before 4 p.m. most days.(I hope no one looks at me. Do I have matching shoes? Crap, I forgot my lunch again.) Sometimes, it seems like I’m just catching my breath when I sit down to the computer to begin my work day.

What the heck was I doing with all that free time before kids? LOL

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