I just spent ten minutes trying to decide if I should put on makeup to go pick up my girls from school.
Seriously.
I've been working today, so it's a ponytail, sweats, and no makeup day. AKA Every single day before our life upheaval. AKA Old Sarah. AKA Scaring small children and grown men alike.
And, I just spent ten minutes deciding if I wanted to go out in public like this. To walk the sidewalks around the school like this. To show my face, as it were, like this.
Why was I worried about it today? Why did I think I should pull myself together a little?
Maya.
I didn't want to embarrass Maya.
My five year old.
Seriously.
Eva doesn't care what I look like.
Sofia barely looks at me at all anymore, so she wouldn't notice anyway.
But my prima fashionista has an opinion on everything. And, under her scrutiny, my current appearance would be a definite don't.
She might not give me a tackling hug when she comes out the door. She might not hold my hand when we walk to the car. She might slap on some dark shades and a trench coat to protect her rep.
But I didn't put on the makeup. I didn't succumb to the much-shorter-than-peer pressure. That's right. I took my fully moisturized but not a drop concealed face up to the schools to gather my girls.
I am mama, hear me roar.
Except now I wish I had put on the damn makeup. Now I sit outside waiting for the bell to ring, and I wish I didn't have to disappoint my sparkly kid.
With my face.
Seriously.
:)
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