The Project

So, getting ready for the day has become a project for me.  As with most projects I undertake it usually takes me a while to get to it or I only get it partially done.  The project of getting ready each day is usually the latter...partially done.  I'm pretty good about taking showers and combing my hair.  Sometimes I'll even throw it in a pony tail and throw on a T-shirt and Sweats and consider the project complete.  Lately, I have actually developed a desire to WANT to do my hair and put makeup on....but just as I have proven on a daily basis, that project usually gets pushed on the back burner.  I think I've gone a couple of weeks now "wanting" to do my hair and I end up sporting a low pony tail with with fan bangs in front.  The bangs are a result of all of my pregnancy hair falling out and starting to fill back in like a wild untamed jungle.  

When I went to bed last night I decided today would be different.  No, I wouldn't let the day get the best of me.  First thing in the morning I was going to do my hair.  The project would be complete and a sucess!  Well, it was certainly that and more.

This morning arrived and I put a show on for Holland and Brooklyn to watch thinking it would be pretty safe to curl my hair.  Normally I will check on the kids frequently but they saved me the trouble by coming in and out of the bathroom for this and that. I soon got into the project and forgot I had kids for a few minutes.  When I realized it was quiet I thought Holland was probably just spreading the plastic tab inserts around the living room that she had just stolen from my bedroom.  Hollands little face soon appeared through the bathroom doorway and I realized once again that I will never learn.  She had found my purse and rummaged through it, as she usually does looking for gum or anything sweet. Her next favorite thing to find next to the gum is my makeup.  I carry it around with me in my purse because I'm more likely to put it on in the car then in my house in front of the mirror.  She had not only put my makeup on but she had done a thorough job of doing it.  I was actually surprised at how much she put on her eye lids.  "Holland, can you show me where you put Mommy's makeup?"  She lead me to the scene of the crime and to my surprise she had done a fantastic job of keeping the mess on her face and hands and off of the couch.  Of course any lipstick I had had been gutted and my mascara was mixed with that lipstick but at least it wasn't all over everything else.  Yay.  

 

 

I put the makeup away and headed back to finish my project.  Next thing I know, Holland is standing next to me.  She's looking into her play makeup stand mirror we keep in the bathroom smearing the lipstick guts all over her mouth and chin.  I can't help but smile at my creative little princess..."I'm pretty like a princess mom!"  "Yes, Holland, you are.  Okay, bath time."  

It's not like makeup is expensive or anything.  It's not a big deal that my little angle face keeps demolishing every little thing I spend money on.  As I finished up my project I was able to salvage enough makeup to paint my own face.  My hair was curled and I put on my nicer jeans and shirt.  The project was complete and a great success...with a price paid.  No wonder I don't ever get ready.