The other day an old friend of mine told me that she thinks my life is glamorous. “What?” I said. “You think my life is glamorous?!” I was sitting on the sofa, typing on my computer in sweatpants, ugg boots, and the thermal I had worn the day before. (And let’s be clear…they were ugg-style boots bought at Costco.) It was almost noon and I still hadn’t had a shower. The baby was sleeping and I was anxiously waiting for a repairman to come and restore the spin cycle to my machine.
Most days I feel like a slow moving train, moving through life on the same tracks I traveled on the day before. There was once a time when I didn’t leave the house without “putting my face on” and these days there’s days I feel fortunate to find the time to apply the emergency lip gloss and mascara I keep in my car. And showers? You know where I’m going with this. I don’t get a shower every day. Some days its impossible. In order to make it happen yesterday, I had to confine the baby to his stroller in our bathroom so I could get a quick four-minute rinse in before picking up my son from kindergarten. You should have seen the look on my husband’s face when he went to get ready for bed last night and found a stroller in the middle of the bathroom.
There are days I come home from pushing the 100+ lb. pound cart around Costco and feel like an ox that’s been in its yoke all day. You know what I’m talking about. You feel like you’ve used every ounce of energy your body can muster. I walk in the bathroom and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror–fully expecting the Wicked Witch complete with green skin–and realize that maybe I’m not quite as haggard and worn out as I had imagine in my mind’s eye. I realize that I am, in fact, weathering my days of motherhood and my husband’s incredibly long hours much better than I give myself credit for. And on that day maybe I even actually did my hair or found time for mascara, lip gloss, and a little blush or had a successful meeting with a client or got to visit my husband on the set. My life isn’t glamorous, but maybe it’s a little more spectacular than I give it credit for.