OK I’ve been running on little sleep, rushed food, tending sick kids and crying every time I catch a glimpse of the tummy fat left over from having Noah a few days ago! I told my husband that I’m running with the new philosophy of being LOW MAINTENANCE about my appearance these days but truly it’s just code word for ugly. At least by calling my appearance low maintenance it actually sounds like a “plan”. Maybe by saying that I look like I’m following a pre-meditated regiem of beauty rituals (or lack thereof).
Here’s to all those Movie Stars and Super Models who have their new babies and look stunning the next day - they must be getting tummy tucks and botox as their kid is popping out! If I ever have another child I’m arranging to have a massage therapist, my hair dresser, and a personal stylist to be at my side in the hospital while I’m pushing! You just know that all of those pictures are gonna circulate over the years of a beautiful, sweet little pink and rosy baby and the Mommy who looks like she was hit by a truck and dragged for a mile.