Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The threat of an intervention!

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!

1 comments:

Jill said...

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.