Wednesday, November 24, 2010
No wonder we moms have a reputation for confusing a ponytail with a hairstyle.
It's hard to get my teeth cleaned somedays - never mind a shower.
A hairstyle or make up - so unlikely.
After my BlogHer experience I had vowed to reclaim myself.
I promised I would shed my mom uniform of comfortable (read un-ironed) trousers and t-shirts.
That I would get my Susan Boyle brows groomed regularly and get a haircut more than twice a year.
I meant it. I really did.
I even signed up with a yoga studio to reclaim my pre-pregnancy body.
It all went well for a few months. Then the two year old noticed my absences.
I am an advocate for parents insisting on me time.
We get babysitters often. I'm really clear that I am a better mom if I get adult company or activity.
The difference is that going out at night seems OK with the two year old.
Daytime - not so.
She has started to wail at the sight of my yoga mat.
"Bad yoga! Bad yoga Mommy!"
"Don't go momma."
"Don't leave me!"
"I love you mommy -stay with me, I'll give you kisses."
Are just a few of the heart crushing pleas she has made.
No wonder we give in. No wonder we stay home.
Meanwhile our brows go ferrel.
Our thighs widen and our hair looses all semblance of a style.
I have kept up the yoga it's just that I do it yeti style.
There's only so much two year old distress I can cause.