I remember the dating days when I would spend an hour and a half getting ready before Lorin picked me up. I wanted my hair and makeup to be perfect for him. I left out my apartment feeling confident and beautiful.
Fast forward about two years and add a baby.
I'm still the same me. I look the same. I just feel different. I just feel so...mom-ish.
What happened to my own sense of hotness once I popped a baby out? Maybe it's the no makeup, stretchy pants, and old t-shirt I've been wearing for the past two days. Or, maybe it's the "mom jeans" that I have somehow shamefully acquired (I'm not even joking). Go ahead, click on the link and watch the video in horror.
Too bad giving birth to a child doesn't make me sexy.
Somehow, each day, I clean the house, take care of the baby, and make dinner, but won't take 10 minutes to put on some cute clothes and throw on a little blush and mascara before my husband gets home from school and work.
After a while of doing this, frump Sarah started to take a toll on me. I just didn't feel feminine anymore. At that point, I decided that something needed to change.
Now, don't get me wrong. I wasn't a total frump all the time. I would always put on decent clothes and make myself up when we went somewhere outside the house. I just struggled with looking like a woman when I was at home all day with Miranda.
Like I said, I knew something needed to change. So, I made a goal to always be dressed in regular clothes and have on a spot of makeup by the time Lorin arrived home. I know Lorin loves me with or without makeup, baby barf clothes or clean clothes, but I needed to do this for, not only him, but me.
Amazingly, when I started following through with this goal, my whole attitude about myself started to change. I am finally starting to feel like that cute, confident girl that I was when Lorin and I were dating. I also have more motivation to do productive things and get out of the house.
I don't want to lie and say that I am perfect with this goal. Once in a while I just want to be lazy and not get dressed up--so I don't.
But, around five pm every day when Lorin calls to tell me he is coming home, I have a choice.
I finish feeding Miranda, turn down dinner on the stove, and walk to the bathroom. I open the wooden cupboards under the sink and pull out my bag of makeup--just like the good ol' dating days.
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