Yesterday I was at Target and as I was walking in, two kids in tow, I saw myself walking out.
A woman about my age, sporting a fantastic pair of slacks, heels and fitted cute jacket, great hair and perfect makeup, came through those automated doors just as I was wiping a major bogie off my son’s face while wearing a pajama top, yoga pants and fleece with spit up on the left shoulder.
That was ME people. 2 1/2 years ago, before my first born was born and before we were even considering a second child. I had my shit together.
Even after my son was born I wasn’t one of those women who went out in public in their pajamas. Heaven forbid. I regularly showered and even applied a little lip gloss and mascara before I went out. I didn’t realize how much of a mess I had become until she walked out.
Inspired by Becky at Suburban Matron, here is how I spend 100% of my day. Although I hate graphs so you’ll have to scroll.
90% picking up poop (dog, baby, toddler)
9% working at a job that actually produces some income
.1% making a meal or snack
.1% waking up, thinking I heard someone sneeze or cough
.1% asking husband to smell that diaper
.1% looking for chocolate in the cabinet
.1% drinking or making coffee
.1% seeing myself at other stores
.005% stepping on legos
How about you? I’ve decided to make a concerted effort to get my act together. I’m not sure what that entails but considering I haven’t washed my hair since Sunday, that might be a good start.