I have become

one of those women whose husbands drag them on a daytime tv show begging the host to give their wives a makeover. lol. Most days you can find me in an old tshirt (or worse.. one of Jesse's baggy ones), jammy pants, and bedroom slippers. My hair thrown up in a scrunci.. not even brushed most times... and make up? hardly. maybe a bit.. just some powder and lip gloss.. but that's usually saved for when we go out. It's not that I dont care about how I look... I do... I just dont have time to put effort into it like I used to. Not with three kids (or four or five if I'm babysitting). So now that I've typed this up and realized how pathetic I sound and what a lucky man Jesse must be to have this trophy of a wife.. I think I'll try to make more of an effort. The more I think about it, the I dont have time thing is just an excuse. I could find the time.. it would just mean dragging my rear out of bed earlier. So I may brush & fix my hair and put on make up more often but I guarantee you wont get me out of the old tshirts and jammy pants. The honest truth there is I spend my days cleaning up messes and being the target of projectile milk flying out of my baby girl's mouth. Would I trade it for something more glamourous? Not on your life!