It is somewhat troubling, when you finally summon up the
energy to juggle a manic toddler and simultaneously put some make-up on, dress
up a tad, wear your newly dyed hair down and floaty yet not one person notices
anything different about you.
I did glam up for me but none-the-less, it would have been quite
lovely if just one person had spotted that I didn’t look hedge-backwards for
once. Unless, of course, I still looked
hedge-backwards - with make-up on, hair down and wearing slightly nicer clothes
than usual. Ye gods, please say it aint
so.
I’m certainly not the first mother to single-handedly
wrestle a toddler with one hand whilst applying mascara with the other and I
won’t be the last. I might be the first
mother to have done so in the baby change area of my local supermarket. I assume that some toddlers don’t try to
climb in nappy change bins, insert their fingers into mucky plug holes and
generally create all manner of mayhem in public rest rooms but I may be
wrong.
My daughter still managed to get tomato pasta on my
leggings, despite, what I deemed to be, gallant attempts to continually bat the
orange fingers away, anytime the little orange fingers neared my clothes. Sometimes I feel like a goalkeeper –instead
of watching for a ball, I’m watching for sticky fingers approaching about as
fast as premiership-sped football. As
far as my toddler is concerned, I am a giant baby wipe. The cleaner and more lovely my clothes are,
the more likely she is to wipe her body parts on me.
Although no one
noticed my small steps towards moderate glamour, I still count my attempt as a
tremendous achievement. I certainly felt
less scruffy than usual today and if appearance is reflected by a mindset then
fookin’ yay me.
xx
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