I have been wondering the past few days
what to call my new 'look' if you will. You see, I don't so much have time to glance in the mirror anymore and my judgment of how my day has been basically revolves around whether I made a decent dinner and the kids seem basically happy (good thing I didn't write this yesterday). Not that I really stressed the mirror business before, but now it's really gone out the window.
ThenI happened to read this post today.
Utterly hysterical and she describes me to a "T" when she mentions the whole "not minding leaving the house looking like a...."
I'm sure things will change. I am sure at some point I might care (Pete's R&R?) what I look like (stranger things have happened). However, right now I'm just thrilled that the kids are not wailing and gnashing their teeth over Peter being gone. It took Nick 13 days to say "I miss Daddy" the first time and he has a newfound love for brushing his teeth (formerly a nightmarish struggle), Kelsey has not only NOT quit swim team, but likes it (!), and Cait does not mind babysitting on short notice for lots of money. So, if I look like a wreck, at least it's for a good reason.
Anyway, go read it and have a good laugh if you are a parent, because you will SO get it....