I've been thinking alot about getting older. What are the important things in our lives. Sure i would love to have fashionable clothes, I'd love to not look like the typical image you get in your head when you think of a mother with little kids. Hair pulled back and flyaway hair sticking out all over the place. bags under the eyes from lack of sleep. No makeup, because, who are we kidding, i have no idea how to wear makeup. Baggy clothes with a little more pudge than i'd like. Some sort of sticky substance on my shoulder and sleeve that could either be this mornings oatmeal from Ethan's hugs; booger from Samantha's allergy attacks, or Paige's constant need to get into my lotions and nailpolishes so she can be a pretty princess and then touching me. But.....that's me. I'm that person. I'd love to wake up and wash my hair and then let it air dry into perfection. Throw on some glamerous clothes i just happen to have , look all...beautifully thrown together.......but i don't..i try...but i don't..... Is that ok with me? I'm not sure yet. I think of the days when i was at the Hill Street Ward and could easily talk to all the guys and could throw myself together and look alright. Before all my clothes had some sort of stain on them..long before i was 7 months post-partem and still wearing some maternity clothes...
BUT .you know what....i think i am ok with it. I could stand to loose some pounds..get rid of some of this junk in my trunk..maybe have katherine cut my hair again....Besides..i have had 3 kids. Three very beautiful and crazy kids. Who cares if i look like that crazy old lady from the princess brides yelling "filth...rubish.." Now i feel better. Thanks for listening.
Ethan and Samantha
Pretty girl
Pretty girl
