I set a goal when I had Janae that I was going to be a "cute" mom. I swore to myself that I would make an effort to wear real clothes (as opposed to comfy pants and big t-shirts), and do my hair and make-up as often as I could. It's so easy as a stay-at-home mom to just wear sweats all the time. Well, it's easy for me at least.
While in Utah, I did well on my goal and was always "dressed" when I went out in public. Here in TN, not so much. I know I'm not going to run into anyone I know, and I haven't had the desire/energy/heart to make an effort for those I don't know (which, at this point, is everyone). This week has been especially bad, since we've been painting and cleaning in order to move into our new house this weekend. I haven't done my hair or make-up all week, and have worn the same outfit every day. I just didn't see the point in getting all dolled up to just get dirty.
Today our story takes place in Wal-Mart, specifically in the chip aisle. There I am, in all my paint-smattered/dirty/bushy-hair/scary-face glory, trying to decide what kind of chips I'm in the mood for and I just happen to look up at the lady that is walking by. I move my cart and smile at her, because I'm in the south now and that's what people do here. What do I get in return? A strange woman who gives me a once over, followed by the ugliest smirk I've ever seen. I'm pretty sure I just got dissed by this youngish, well dressed, single (I'm guessing), kid-less lady because I dared to go out in public looking like a homeless bum. I imagine she thought something along the lines of: "well, aren't you the poster woman for the overweight, stay at home mom" or "you've really let yourself go" or "you disgrace all women everywhere" (okay, that last one is a bit of an exaggeration).
Maybe I have let myself go. Maybe I've gone too far into not caring about my appearance, and I know that's something that I need to be better at. But why should it matter to this lady? And who does she think she is, going around making people feel bad? I so wish in instances like this, that I was the kind of person that could come back with a witty comment to put her in her place. Alas, I am not that person and all I did was smile like a maniac and swear at her in my head.
I am not perfect.
I am not perfect.
Your favorite bag lady in TN,