There was a time when I would never leave the house without full makeup, my hair curled and nice clothes. Then I got old. The end.

Just kidding. Then I got older. And tired. And decided something had to go.

First it was the clothes. I hate to admit this, but I still wear t-shirts I wore when I was in high school. All of sudden I’ve turned in to a guy who wears his tighty whiteys until there are so many holes it’s just a waste band with a string thong attached and he gets denim burns on his you know what. Only mine are t-shirts with holes in the armpits. It’s embarrassing, but I just don’t stop.

Then it was the hair. Curling or straightening takes to long. I could spend a half hour working on my hair every morning if I still cared. Throwing my hair in to a ponytail or a big clip takes exactly 48 seconds. That’s an extra 29 minutes and 12 seconds of sleep. I’m a working mom who goes to college, drives my kids all over town for sports and dance and blogs. I need that extra 29 minutes and 12 seconds of beauty sleep.

And now it’s makeup. On a good day I put on foundation and make up my eyes. On a bad day I put on eyeliner and dark undereye circle concealer. A LOT of concealer. On a really bad day I look at myself in the mirror and just say “Fuck it.”

Today was one of those days. I worked from home. I spent much of the day sewing Skyler’s dance costumes because I like to be prepared. Which in Christine speak means, dance pictures were tonight and was no more time for procrastinating. I finally jumped in the shower around 4pm. I threw my hair up in to a clip, slapped on some eyeliner and called it a day. I figured I wouldn’t see anybody I knew at pictures. Just the other moms who see me in all my puffy eye and uncombed hair glory every Saturday morning.

But I was wrong.

I ran in to two girls I went to high school with. Go figure. Isn’t that how it always is? You go through 9 months of dance classes and never run in to a single person you know. Then you go to a 15 minute photo shoot and run in to everybody you’ve ever known since childbirth. Or, you know, two girls from high school.

Of course, when you run in to people you haven’t seen from high school you want to look your best. You want to be all, “Yep, I still look this good.” I failed miserably at that today.

You better believe I’ll be dressed to the nines from this point forward.

Well at least until my alarm goes off tomorrow morning and I decide, “Fuck it.”

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