Having Kids Doesn't Mean You Can't Have "Standards" Any More
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Oh yes. You know how people think that just because women have kids they stop putting on make up and let everything go? This is totally not true. I still have standards.
~In my house, you must be wearing underwear to participate in food preparation. Nobody likes toddler butt that much.
~I have makeup still. It is on the carpet. If I want some on my face, I just smear it on from the floor. Plus, then I don't have to buy those wierd foam triangles.
~I still dress up when I go out. I even bought myself NEW yoga pants today. Yeah. Sexy.
~Perfume? Of course. Mine is natural and biodegradable. It is called, "Baby Yack." It only costs 9 months of our life but quantities are limited.
~Messy floors? I just can't abide that. So the kids play a game where they pull each other around on blankets. Doesn't get the corners, but who looks there anyway?
~I used to make my own spaghetti sauce from scratch. I can't believe my stupidity. Now I buy it in a jar (glass of course, I do care about safety and aluminum KILLS!) and add some veggies.
~Totally still comb my hair. With my fingers.
~I decided not to waste money on trips to Africa. Instead I have free...zebra stripes...all over my body. Exotic.
~I don't have time to try on clothes in stores anymore, so now, I just hold them up and IMAGINE what they would look like. I am not really missing out on anything. I don't have time to look in the mirror at home anyway.
~I still clean my car. I mean, it is our most expensive possession. But now, instead of taking it to get detailed by 20 teenagers, I just hand each kid a bag and they fill it with either dirty clothes, trash, or toys. It is embarrassing when all three large grocery bags are filled.
~Lingerie? Who needs it. I have a greyish bra with "secret flaps." That is practically the same as wearing something from Fredrick's. Plus, it saves time.