If my loved ones could have seen me this morning there would have most likely been an intervention. Ater dropping off Benjamin at preschool, Liam and I went to Walmart for a few items. That's not out of the ordinary... but the real concern is in my appearance. Afraid to put it even into words... but I know it will help spur me into much needed action.
Green velor sweatsuit with white workout socks and gardening crocs.
No shower, hair in a familar ponytail and headband because I'm in dire need of a haircut and bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep.
Extra dry skin that screams, "I need a facial!" Which can barely be heard about the rest of my body crying out for some attention. I think I could use about a month at a spa.
Granted, I recently had a baby, but just how long does that excuse last? 1 week? 1 month? Certainly not a whole year!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
The threat of an intervention!
Posted by Marc, Jaimee, Ben and Liam at 9:02 PM
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1 comments:
Putting it into words must have helped, since when I saw you Wednesday morning at BS, you were looking good! Flat-ironed hair and everything, people!
And I saw you today and you looked great. Maybe it was just the velour + headband & pony tail that had you worried. Don't do that anymore. ;-)
I think we've all gone to Walmart looking a little less than stellar, so I wouldn't worry much.
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