I Guess I'm a Blogger...

I’ve spent the past two months at home with my children, a five year old daughter and three year old son.  If I’m lucky, I get to go to the bathroom by myself, but everyone knows that injuries and screaming battles are most likely to occur during those brief sojourns.  Realistically, I get two minutes in the bathroom, and knowing all the germs floating around our little ecosystem, I do try to use some of those moments to scrub my hands.

And those are the moments when I look in the mirror.  Sometimes, I can’t look past the toothpaste spray caked on (how can short people splash that high?), but when I do, my usual reaction is, “Oh.  I guess that’s how I look today.”  I can’t say I’ve felt pleased with what I saw very often, and half the time, I’m actually surprised by what I see because I put so little thought into putting myself together that morning.  It’s not a self-esteem thing—I feel comfortable with my post-kids body.  I’m just not really trying, at all, and I look like it. 

Soon, I’ll be returning to work.  Bathroom breaks for teachers are actually shorter than they are for moms, but again, they’re tiny little moments of respite.  Under fluorescent lights.  If I want those tiny breaks to raise my spirits, something’s going to change. 
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I’ve started reading fashion blogs and thinking about what I’d want to wear that would make me smile.  Like so many other things in my mom-life, though, if I don’t find some way to really commit to it, I won’t stick to it.  Thus, I just spent $96 on a website.  Let the journey to pulling together my grownup look begin!