A Vision in Yoga Pants

I realized yesterday when I was sitting at the dinner table and Caroline said to me, “Are you wearing mascara?” in a bit of an astonished tone, and I had to sadly admit that yeah, but it was probably left over from the day before when I had gone to work, that perhaps I have not looked, well, up to par lately.

Yes, it is true, I am woman enough to admit it, daily cleanliness seemed to have taken a low priority for me while I was sick. It was just too much effort to peel my nasty self off my couch of death to do anything much less wash my hair.

I had to work on Monday night, so I showered and dutifully put on girl clothes. As I came down stairs to say goodbye, I thought my kids were going to fall out of their skin. Caroline actually said “Are you going to a dance or something?”

OK, now seriously, it isn’t like I NEVER wear girl clothes, but I realize that sadly, for the past two weeks I have worn the same yoga pants and sweatshirt so much that they are standing up in the corner of my room like a suit of armor in a castle.

I should have realized this when I did laundry for the first time in two weeks and there was nothing of mine in it.

SO, today I am going to try walking on a treadmill and see if my lungs hold up, and then…yes folks, I am going to get in HOT water, and actually wash my face, my hair, and then…wait for it…if I am still feeling so inspired…I might actually dry my hair with a hair dryer so that I will stop scaring the neighbor kids with my Sid Vicious look a like hair.

I know, I know, Aim for the stars… Aim for the stars!