Frumpy

I was getting ready to leave the house for a hair appointment tonight when J said, "You're wearing that?"

I looked down. Black sweat pants. A blue t-shirt. Flip flops. "Um, yeah," I said.

"Are you getting a haircut or going to karate class?" he followed up with. Hardee har har.

As I left the house, still wearing my sweats, I realized I had reached a new low. Who goes to a hair salon in sweats? Well...me. To my credit, I had been wearing a suit earlier in the day (interview #546) and had come home to a rainy afternoon with the kids. Comfort ruled. But the fact that my momiform has pretty much taken over my life is pretty sad. Folks, I've hit fashion bottom.

Not only was I wearing sweats but I was using a coupon to get my hair cut. Luckily, I hit it off with the stylist and she looked beyond my clothes to give me a smooth, shiny new 'do. Looking in the mirror after my haircut and some good Kardashian gossip (food for the soul), I resolved that its time to put a little more effort into myself. I bought the miracle hair product she recommended and scheduled my next appointment then and there. Then I came home to bathtime and bedtime. The girls looked at me with wonder. Big A patted my hair all through bedtime. "Is it going to be this soft tomorrow, Mommy?" she asked. "I hope so," I answered. "I'm going to try."

Yup, I'm going to try.