Always look my best in public

Is it just me? Or is it seriously a big deal to try to look "pretty" when I go help out at my daughters' 3rd grade class? I don't want her friends to think she has an "ugly" mom. I was always so proud when people said my mom was pretty and fun and awesome. I want that for my daughter too. Is that silly?? It probably is, but this is what I will contend with every Tuesday at 12:15pm until the end of the school year.
Of course my face is completely broken out at the moment. But only on ONE side! WHAT THE FLIP? I'm like two-face or Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Stress I'm sure. I put all sorts of ridiculous unnecessary stress on myself all the time.... but then again, what SAHM doesn't, right? You wanna help contribute as much as you can, and you wanna be the perfect mom, wife and lover. But in the morning you have dragon breath, your eyes look like you're packing for a month long trip to Bermuda and all you want is a damn cup of coffee. And by the time its time to pick up the kids 7 short hours later, all you want is a nap.

But even still... I want to look "pretty" when I go to school to help (Picking up is a whole other story). Why do us moms do that to ourselves? Most of us are married, in secure relationships, not interested in looking at other men or whatever. Yet still, we feel the need to make ourselves look PRETTY for a bunch of kids and strangers!
Is it because if we notice we get "looks", or if we see another mom who looks worse than us it boosts our confidence (Yes, I'm fully aware of how horribly vain that sounds)? Is it because if we know our kids' friend says we're pretty then our kids will be proud of us? What the heck is it?
I hate it. And I hate that I do it. And I don't know what to do about it. The fact of the matter is I wasn't born with perfect skin (any estheticians reading this can just zip it right now), my lashes aren't as long and dark and thick naturally as I'd prefer them, I don't have amazing cheekbones, my lips don't look like Angelina Jolie's and my skin tone is NOT even. So when you're not happy with something you change it, right? Or enhance it I guess.
The truth is, I don't think I'm all that bad looking. Sure, I'm far from perfect, but I like to think I'm not horrible to look at. Am I happy with the way I look without makeup? Not really. I can stand it if maybe Ive got some lash extensions on and a little blush. But straight up plain Jane? Not so much. I put what feels like a lot of makeup on and end up looking basically the same IMO, just better (if that makes sense). An ENHANCED me. And I guess what it boils down to is it makes me feel a little better about my acne and my small almond eyes, and my nose that's beginning to resemble a part of the male anatomy, and my invisible top lip and giant bottom lip and everything else I can manage to point out on myself. Do I wish I didn't have to wear "so much makeup"? Yes. But in the end, we all gotta make do, right?
Anyway, that's the thought for tonight.

My mama told me to

My Mamacita

No really, she did! Ever since I can remember... well.. since I was able to write, my mom told me I should be a writer. And I always (well, more than my brothers at least) listened to my Mom. I lost my mom almost 4 years ago, and it hit me yesterday: Maybe I should do what my mom told me to do! Now if I could only go to her for guidance on what to write about...

My husband suggested I go the "day in the life of a stay at home mom" route. I absolutely love my life, but I'll be honest, it's pretty uneventful overall. I like to think I have a lot of laughs though, I make a lot of mistakes, I learn a lot, I come up with the occasional "big idea" {aka blogging}... I suppose I do have some adventure in my life. So I think maybe I'll go ahead and have this blog be a chronicle of all things interesting in every day suburbia!

Right leg smooth, left leg... not so much

I'm sure most moms, wives, women, et cetera, could relate in one way or another. Share a laugh with me or maybe a misty eye... Or a hairy leg (literally... I have ONE shaved leg right now... I forgot to shave the other one). I'm just gonna put it all out there and hope one of you ladies out there is woman enough to admit you relate! LOL

Tonight's adventure begins with the conclusion of our weekly dinner with my dear friend and her two little people. Our husbands carpool together to work, so we take turns every Wednesday making dinner and hanging out. It's the highlight of my week, especially when it's her week to cook! This particular delectable meal was panko crispy chicken and mashed potatoes... my mouth is watering as I type just thinking about it.

Jerry Seinfeld the dog

We finally pull into the driveway at home and I jump out to open the garage door only to realize the house key is missing from my keychain. And I couldn't find the garage door opener when I left earlier so I did the "push the button and run" move when I left. So I call my hubbs at work and we decide to meet about 30 minutes away so he can give me the key. But before we leave my daughter has to pee something fierce! It's dark out, the one set of neighbors I actually talk to don't appear to be home. Solution? Well.... I guess she'll just have to go outside (I just heard you gasp! You moms should know of all people when a kids' gotta go, they gotta GO) so I take her to the backyard, to a place that never gets touched and well.... Suffice to say she didn't have to go anymore and off we went to pick up the house keys. In the end my belly was full of food I didn't have to cook, my kids were worn out from playing with friends, daughters' bladder was empty, made it INSIDE my home in time to let the dog empty HIS bladder.... All in all. Not a bad night at all!