So, the other day I was doing a last minute sweep of the house, trying to get it clean before The Man got home from work, and I passed by a mirror and caught a glimpse of myself.
No makeup, still in my jammies, hair not brushed, still wearing glasses (instead of contacts), I stank (you can’t see that, but I did), and I hadn’t even brushed my teeth, yet.
Now, I can’t be the only mom who makes it to 4:30 pm looking like this. I can’t be the only mom who looks like this and doesn’t even know it.
But, it got me to thinking. My wonderful man comes home to me everyday. He is faithful, loving and wonderful in every way. I never have to worry about him finding someone better, or younger or prettier. He will stick with me to the end. Even if I look like a worn out old hag. I know this.
So, shouldn’t I give him something worth coming home to?
Still not a super model, but, hey! contacts, a little paint, and some deodorant, and now I am looking a little more like the cute, young thing he married and less like a worn out mother of five who just wants a shower and a nap!