i love fall. the air is crisp. the sun is out, but it's not too hot. the leaves have begun to change. it's a beautiful fall day in new england and i'm feelin' a little sassy. got a spring in my step.
my usual routine has me showering after bb's nap. after his nap he likes to "rest" in his crib. he looks at books, listens to music or stories. his current favorite CD is Victor Vito by Laurie Berkner and lord help me if she were here i may have to have words with her. don't get me wrong, her music is fun and kids love it. she sings about nothing, which they seem to like. but, man. her songs get so lodged in my head that one of these days i'm gonna crack and it's going to be ugly. she keeps me up at night! and i have fantasies of doing the same to her.
but i digress.
so he's resting, i'm showering and i decide after i get dressed to primp a little. that's right, i actually BLOW DRY my hair. put on a little eye shadow. grab my new super soft gray hoodie from the Gap along with my "nice" jeans. they fit well, are a nice deep blue, straight leg (Clinton and Stacy would totally approve--and while i'm ranting--why, o why won't they put that show on DVD for the cable TV-less folk like me?) and comfy. i put on my new black sneakers. no, it's not high fashion, but it's more put-together than this stay-at-home mom usually manages. and i'm clean! no stains on anything. . .yet.
i'm feeling sassy and good. and then i realize that we have no plans today, nothing to do. i must have something i need to do out in the world. yeah, i need hair dye. so, we go to the drug store. good thing i put the eye shadow on and fixed the hair all nice.
thelma the old check-out lady at the store really appreciated it, i'm sure.
i go home feeling defeated. what's the point of feeling / looking all sassy and cute? my life is at home with a 2 year old who couldn't care less what i look like. it should be enough to do it for me so i feel good, right? maybe. but then i just risk toddler hands coming over and putting banana or something gross on my new hoodie.
what's a mom to do?