Okay, so I have five minutes before I pick up my babysitter, but just had these thoughts rolling in my head.
Yesterday was partly a lie. Capris are still really cute on my mom.
And that maybe I don't put myself as priority number one. But I'm not moaning about it.
I chose this. Even though I can't remember when I last bought a shirt for myself and desperate need to replace my now one-inch lipliner that I've had for two years. In my brief single years I would have never guessed I could be so low-maintenance. I know my beauty salon friend shudders when she sees my eyebrows and pores. but I'm on a budget and sacrificing time and money to have this lifestyle. Because dang right I could be some fancy corporate woman, which is why my kids are so dang lucky to have me as there mom. Even a crazy one whose house keeping skills are sub-par. Cause at least they get plenty of me.
And that is why, every minute I get to myself I deserve. Not that I think it should be the same as someone who doesn't have children. Because for this time in my life, I am in the trenches. There will be later days for two hours at the gym. But right now I have to run at 5:10 a.m. because that is what I can do (even though I've skipped this week). And its great.
Now off to reclaim some resemblence of a girl.