I have super clean teeth today. First thing this morning, I headed to the dentist to get the 6 month cleaning. Now I keep running my tongue over my clean teeth, in between bites of candy and gulps of Diet Coke to undo every bit of good they did this morning.
I type this with freshly painted finger nails. Which is a luxury these days. While I can find the moment here and there to file and paint, they chip so quickly and then I stare at my gnarly nails every day and cringe at the thought of making the time to re-do them.
I used to spend hours doing things like my nails. I can't remember the last time I did something like that. Oh I spent a good 2 hours on my hair this weekend. Bleaching and updating my cut but it all came with a sense of dread and urgency. Once I got Crazyman down for a nap, I rushed to mix the chemicals and slap them on my roots, that were long over due.
This stuff used to be fun and now it's just....
Upkeep.
I was so tired of trying to find the time to stop and get my bleach monthly that I bought a 9 month supply this weekend. With the bleach on my head, I stopped to kiss the hubs as I cleaned around the house. He wrinkled his nose and said "you stink".
Indeed, I stunk. I asked if he'd like me to stop bleaching my hair. I think there was a small moment of panic in his eyes for a second. I reminded him that beauty is painful... or just a complete pain. Whatever. As I glance at the TV I see some starlet in super cute clothes.
Clothes I can't even fathom wearing because that shit is expensive and it has to be washer ready and comfortable on top of that. I reach past my super cute heels every day to pull out one of the standard pair of flats I rock these days.
I guess what I'm whining about here is that...
I just hate not having the time to take care of myself anymore. When I do have the time I'm butt ass tired. Which reminds me...When do I find the time to work that out too?
Maybe I should stock up with a 9 month supply of Bondo to fill in the dents and dings?
Monday, September 15, 2008
Why My 30's Blow
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Depression
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I know exactly what you are talking about! Sometimes I catch myself staring at J on the couch in the evenings and wonder how the hell he has so much free time, becuase we work about the same hours and split household stuff pretty equally...then I remember that I have to do ALL OF THIS OTHER STUFF to myself every day to just get out the door and go to work. Shaving, plucking, lining, bleaching, curling, drying, ugh. It never ends. Yet we're expected to be smooth and hairless and (fakely) tanned and styled every day. If I, like J, just had to get up, stick my head under the faucet, shave and brush my teeth before I walked out the door, I would have a lot more free time too!
Yeah, I've started to understand and come to terms with the fact that I'm just not going to be able to get up earlier in the morning. So I have started washing my hair at night so that it can dry and then I can flat iron it in the morning.
I'm tired of wearing it wet and up.
Amen sister!
Oh, thank you. I am sitting here looking at this awful brownish red hair color that seems to have faded from the blue black color it should be. It makes me want to cry, but I am waaaay too exhausted with this pregnancy to even attempt to dye it. I have like 20 boxes of this hair color in my closet just waiting, too.
Meanwhile, my husband is asking where his wife is because some brunette seems to have moved in to this house. I nearly tore him a new one over that.
It does get better when the kids get older and can take care of themselves more.
But that said, I still have my dingy brownish-gray roots showing for months now. I think I'll dye my hair tonight. If I can find the energy.
I SO know what you mean...
Of course, I never really was high maintenance in the first place, which makes my current state seem even more depressing.
Every now and then I go and get my haircut and I always tell my woman (Sherry.HA), "Make sure it's low maintenance!"
I can't remember the last time I adorned myself with my MAC makeup that I so cherish.
Or any of those cute clothes that, I SWEAR I'll wear them sometime!!!
It's sad that I now conside wearing jeans dressing up.
I completely relate.
Yeah, I haven´t had highlights in months and everytime I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror i´m horrified at the little gray shit popping out everywhere. I don´t have time either, and I have no kids and nothing going on, so WTF? It´s so tedious to even wash my hair nowadays (I use hair powder to avoid the washing...sick i know).
Sheri, tell hubby that messing with a preggers woman is a bad idea. Does he know nothing?!
And? I tell everyone that I stopped dying my hair because it looked dried out. Reality? I was too lazy to keep it up. Except now... I have grey hair. Seriously. How do I have grey hair already?
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