Sometimes all you can do is laugh…
I rarely wear make up. Where I grew up it really was not a priority for anyone. When my husband and I were first engaged he confessed that one of the things that attracted him to me is that I did NOT wear make up. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not against it and I do wear it, it’s just not a priority to me.
When I do decided to get all dolled up, several things are constant. We are always in a hurry. I am the least amount ready as anyone in the house. I apply concealer, foundation, blush, eye shadow, and anything else I have time for, in the mirror between the kitchen and dinning room table. So I am able to referee fights at the table and monitor the kitchen use.
Let me paint the picture for you…
It’s Sunday morning. Duchess and Batman are eating cereal at the table, General is frying himself eggs, Edison is wondering around the house looking for pants and my Man is trying to wrestle Thor into cloths. Something neither of them enjoy, or really see the overall value in. I am at my station between the table and kitchen completely dressed, but not ready to go. My wet hair is still wrapped in a towel and I’m starting my make up routine with concealer, because the bags under my eyes have bags of their own.
As I try, in vain, to have Covergirl hide the fact that I haven’t sept in, like a decade. I step over to the table to take away the cereal box that is causing a fight and remind the General that he can only fry 4 eggs at a time. (for real how am I going to keep them fed?) Stepping back to the mirror I yell to Edison, who is still wondering around “looking”
for pants, to check in the dryer. Okay, concealer on, next step foundation. I open my foundation and find this:
Yes, that is a smily face carved into my powder.
Sometimes you just have to laugh, and move on.
**confession, this picture still makes me laugh**
