Even though I have been waiting almost 6 years for this…now that I am not going to have any children in the 3 and under category, I feel a little bit like a slacker.
I know – you think I am crazy – but I feel like maybe my life isn’t as torturous as it once was, and maybe I am not allowed to complain anymore. I mean when I see Moms lugging strollers and diaper bags into the library or the store, with bags under the eyes, it seems like a million years ago that I was in their position. But what I would like to know is – can I still say I’m tired? Because I really am!! I truly don’t remember the last time I wasn’t tired.
When I am out and about in town, I wear my sunglasses at all times
to not make eye contact with people I don’t like, to hide the fact that I look like a bag of shit and have had chronic dark circles for 5 years. My sunglasses of choice have been an old pair of black Pradas that are the perfect shape to cover a good portion of my face and are really dark – so nobody can see my eyeballs. They have been sat on, dropped, thrown in the sandbox, etc. I can barely see out of them because of all the scratches. It’s borderline insane that I wear them, if you look at me when I’m wearing them – you will just see crazy scratch marks all over both lenses. When people ask about the situation I just say – “I know its horrible – I just haven’t had a minute to get new glasses.” Which is true – but what now – do I have to throw them out? What’s my excuse why I can’t do something so simple as get a new pair of sunglasses?
Even this past Christmas – I was arguing with my brother, who just had a baby, about where we would meet in the morning to open gifts.
“I’m not lugging my kids – taking them in and out of all of their seats and straps and carrying them into your house in the freezing cold – only to get back in the car to go to NY like an hour later.” I argued.
“What are you talking about? They are grown men! The get in and out of their booster seats by themselves and walk to the door!” he replied.
“Oh right…..Damn it!!”
Also – can I still look like shit? Or do I need to start getting my act together? For a long time after I had S – people would ask me how old he was and I would say the wrong age. For example, if he was 7 months I would say 3 months – so people would think I looked good for having a 3 month old. Or my favorite was when S was 6 MONTHS OLD! and someone asked me when I was due. I said “Next week!” And they were like – “Oh you look so good!”
How long can I call this “baby weight?” I think when the last child is age 4, we have officially left the “baby-weight” stage and moved into the category of “Fat person.”
Aside from the fact that I am morbidly obese – I also think that I have to try to look a little more presentable in the wardrobe department. When I grab a shirt (from the pile of clothes in my room that I never seem to have time to put away) if there’s something on it, I don’t think I can say “Oh….the baby must have spit up on me!” when someone notices anymore.
In general, I have pretty much let myself go. I used to do weekly waxing appointments for lip,chin, brows, etc. color my hair every 2 weeks, cut every 8, manicure every week. Now the best way I can describe my maintenance schedule is by showing you the picture below of my facial hair as of last week before I finally couldn’t take it anymore and waxed it.
If I don’t have babies keeping me up all night, who am I to have this kind of moustache? Or gray roots showing? What’s my excuse to have my feet and toenails look like my grandfather’s?
For a long time having two baby boys 18 months apart, was something that got me off the hook. I wore my weathered, ragged look like a badge of honor. I was such a good mother – that I only could put all my energy towards raising these babies and had no time for frivolous matters like waxing my beard or putting together a matching outfit. I mean how does Betty Draper do it?
I guess having these kids grow up has some disadvantages. What’s next? I’m expected to have a clean house?