I only wear makeup so people don’t think I have the flu. Or so people will think I have this twin thing down. (Even though I might go all day with mascara on just one eye, if I happened to break up a twin fight mid-mascara.) Too bad all my makeup melts off my face before Mr. Okayest gets home from work. Every.single.day. Why?
The wind was blowing.
I am greasy.
I ate something greasy.
I cried because the kids stressed me out.
I cried because the kids are sick.
Twin A sneezed on my face.
Twin B drooled on my face.
My oldest coughed on my face.
I got sweaty when I chased Twin B in a parking lot.
I got sweaty when I worried about what will happen when my oldest starts kindergarten.
I live in Virginia.
It’s spring and there’s a lot of pollen.
It’s winter and it is snowing.
It’s summer and there’s just so much humidity.
It’s fall and it is raining leaf mold on my face.
I took a nap on the couch.
I decided to play airplane with the kids right after lunch. Whoops.
I had to change my shirt AGAIN because someone snotted/vomited/pooped on it, and the neckhole was too tight.
I got some amazing wet baby kisses.
I’m not sure why I bother. Maybe it’s because I’m blonde, which means I just look… khaki… without any blush. I didn’t resume bothering until the twins were many many months old. I sure saved a lot of money without doing any of that bothering! At this point, I’m just proud of myself for attempting to bother to atttempt.