Ruh Roh

So one of my guilty TV pleasures is TLC's What Not To Wear...and tonight there is a marathon! Whoo! Hoo!

Except.

After watching a few episodes with the Bean, it was time to get her to bed, so downstairs we go and start brushing teeth, washing face, etc. And then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

And I was the stereotypical mom who has let herself go. Okay, it is Sunday night, and I have been wrangling small kids all day, but this was just...not...okay. We're talking unwashed hair shoveled into a ponytail, not a shred of makeup, not even lip balm, a tired old maternity top that was at least vaguely fitted, but covered, and I mean COVERED with baby drool and spit up and little kid schmutz and some unknown stains across the shoulder. And ill fitting grey loungey pants. Not cute loungey pants. Possibly at the gym loungey pants. My tattered Ugg slippers were probably the most fashionable thing I had on, which is just sad, people. Sad.

I recognize that, particularly with nursing Peabo, super cute clothes are just not in the picture for a while, and of course I'm still losing baby weight (though I cracked a new decade this morning, 159 lbs---yaaaay!), but honestly, I could try just the teeniest bit harder, even on a lazy Sunday. God, even some mascara would have helped matters. But anyway...it's probably good that I have this secret sad addiction to WNTW, because quite frankly, I need a regular infusion of reminder.