Confessions: Part Dos

1. I always swore (I should just quit swearing, because I always end up eating my words later) that I would never turn into one of those frumpy wives. I promised myself that I would always try and look my best for my husband, my family, and of course, myself. Well . . . most of you already know this, because you see me on a regular basis, but for those of you who don't . . . . . I must confess. I am the Queen of all Frumps. I have really let myself go, and the true confession here . . . . Is that I JUST DON'T CARE. I should care, I really should. But I just don't have the time or energy.
You can see me on any given day, out in public in the most ghastly state. (sidenote: I only see people I know out in public when I look like white trash. Any rare occasion when I look cute, I don't see a soul who knows me, so my efforts are all in vain). I am usually wearing sweats of some sort. I have an undying love of sweats, but this is a whole different post for another day. In the winter I have a plethora of sweats. Black, navy, red, grey, green . . . . the list goes on. I wear them so frequently that I even got myself many pairs of "dress sweats." Dress sweats would be sweats that you can glam up a little, you know, maybe wear some jewels with, or maybe they have a matching jacket. Heck, you could even wear heels with some of them if you wanted to. Most people don't wear sweats in the summer, but I do. I simply buy capri sweats, or if I want to show a little skin, I will wear what you would call knickerbocker sweats . . . you know, the ones that go just past your knee.
I wish that my frumpyness only consisted of me wearing sweats, but it gets worse. This is my morning routine: I usually roll out of bed (I am SO not a morning person) and the first thing I do, is put on a white V-Neck mens t-shirt (I have so many I can't count) that I have worn the previous two days, and try to find myself a fresh pair of sweats. Fresh sweats are hard to find when you do laundry as little as I do. If no clean sweats are available, I simply put on a "previously worn pair" (sounds better than filthy dirty).

You will be happy to know that I do brush my teeth every day, sometimes two or three times. This is something that I just cannot and will not let slide. What I don't do, except maybe once or twice a week, is my hair an makeup. It simply takes too much time to tame my gnarly knots. I am pretty sure there is some unwritten rule, that you shouldn't wear make up and a have cute hair if you are wearing dirty sweats, a pair of three year old flip flops and a shirt that not only has food stains on it, but also smells like rotten baby spit up.
So there you have it. My first confession. I am a FRUMP. And I cannot see that changing anytime soon. (the good news is that my husband still thinks I am hot. What can I say, when you got it, YOU GOT IT!)

Yes, its true . . . . . this is how I normally look. Although these two pictures are a treat, because I have writing on my dirty shirt, and I am actually wearing jeans for once, although they are too small. Dang.

I actually went to the mall like this, and the whole time I was praying I didn't run into anyone I knew. Wouldn't you know, I did. It was a little embarrassing, but not enough for me to change my ways.

What you don't know about these sweats, is that they are maternity. And yes, I gave birth three and a half months ago, but continue to wear them. They are just that comfortable, and I still need to lose 20 pounds!

2. Even though I have let myself slide . . . . . . I have always made it a point to at least have my kids looking cute. I used to make sure that they were all dolled up every day. Cute hair, cute outfit, smelly good lotion . . . . the works. Not so much anymore. They are at the age where they want to dress themselves, and it is just not worth the fight. I simply let them wear what they want. And yes . . . . they too wear it out in public. So my second confession: I don't care that my kids also look like orphans . . . because they aren't.

Yes, I took her out in public like this. It happens all the time.

Once again, I send her out in public like this. She usually looks the best out of all of us. She just loves to accesorize. Mostly she likes to wrap fake lei's around her like they are belts. Sometimes she does this with scarves too. Its beautiful.

3. Before I was a mom, I swore I would never do a lot of things. Then I became a mom, and that all changed. For example. My three year old . . . . Yes that would be three, still has a binki. I must confess, I did break her of the binki a long time ago. She was doing pretty well without it. But recently, I was so stinking tired, and I needed a nap in the worst way. The only way I could get the girl to take a nap was to offer her a binki. Sold. She took the bait. But she has had it ever since. I only let her have it, because it simply makes my like easier. Shame on me. But at least she takes naps again, and every once in a while I sneak one in. I will start to get myself geared up to get rid of it again here really soon . . .. maybe.

4.I re-use pull-ups! AHHHHHHHH!!! My husband thinks its so gross. But I have gotten really cheap in my old age. If they are not wet after being used, well heck, they are still good as new, so we use them again, and sometimes, again! Please tell me I am not the only one. (If I am, then I am really gross)!

I could write a book with all my confessions, but I will have to save some more for a later date, as I have some housecleaning to do, and all my sweats and t-shirts are in desperate need of being laundered.