I think about the phrase "letting yourself go" when I look in the mirror, but I have to tell myself that I'm showered and my kids are getting some seriously fine parenting. I put on makeup the other day for Halloween and couldn't figure out what to do with the eyeliner. I was never very good at it, but it seriously took me 20 minutes. To draw 2 lines. On my face. And did you know makeup has expiration dates? I just found out! I don't have a single bit of eye makeup purchased in this decade. Wait, except for mascara. I got that going for me. But I haven't gotten a haircut (besides the husband chopping off a chunk in the backyard a few weeks ago) or color in over a year and I don't even want to because it'll just be another year until I'll have time to do it again and there's a good chance at least one of the kids will need braces, so that's at least $200 a year saved, right? Go me!
I can't decide if I'm venting or convincing myself there is a higher reason behind not-so-slowly turning into a cliche. But this is what goes through my mind when I get ready in the morning: Work clothes or I'm-Still-A-Woman clothes?
And every day, I make a conscious decision. Every single day, I choose the t-shirt. My energy and money might shift back to me someday - but by then my kids will all have 17 college degrees, a few Nobel prizes, at least one Van Cliburn prize and can buy me a stylist who lives in my closet and makes me look fabulous every day.
I can wait.