High Glamour

No one who is a SAHM can deny that some days, you just want to feel a little more glamorous than cartoon printed pajama pants and a wrinkled T-shirt! I dream of days that begin early with an invigorating run, followed by a hot, relaxing shower with time to shave. The kids would then come running in when they heard my hair dryer that I wasn't too exhausted from my run to use. I would love to make big fancy breakfasts and have time to play with my kids and not just tell them I have to clean, or run, or do something else. I would love to have time for all of the projects that I want to accomplish; for the books that I have yet to read. Most days, that doesn't happen. Today is one of those days. My whole week seems to have been one of those days! Today, I tried to run on my treadmill and it won't work, so I had to use the bike instead which threw me off a bit. I needed to get the laundry done and put away, more than I could rationalize taking the time to get in the shower and do my hair. Besides I rationalized, tomorrow you are just going to have to do your hair again after your run, so take a quick bath and get the laundry done. On a side note, I LOVE baths! I take one every night; sometimes multiple times during my day. They are quite possibly God's gift to SAHMs. It doesn't matter how bad it seems, as long as I get to relax while the water is filling up the tub with bubbles, I can be ready to hop out and go another round. Back to my lament, so my point is that again today, my hair is in a ponytail, not done, my legs are not shaved, I have on my jeans, slacker flats, and a t-shirt, which although better than my pajamas, is still not the uniform I would prefer to be in. There is no other option for me. I don't have the time, or should say, I won't take the time to focus an hour or more of the day on how I look. There are some that do, and I don't begrudge you your time! My brain will not shut off, and it ruins any satisfaction I get from getting ready. I think of all the things that are not getting done, because I am taking to long. Motherly guilt...almost as bad as my former Catholic guilt! Even if I wanted to look polished and sophisticated, it is not in my repertoire. I own jeans and t-shirts. I don't shop for me, I shop for my kids. As long as they are cute and put together, I don't care. I am on the floor sweeping up noodles and cereal. I am elbow high in toilets and laundry. I HAVE to have a clean house! I cannot function amidst filth. That leaves no time for Gucci anything. I would settle for Target at this point. Which brings me to my point, I have no time for glamour. People who say that all we stay at home mom's do is sit at home and watch soap operas deserve to be shot in the knee cap. What I do may not seem glamorous and probably isn't...BUT!!!! What I do is more important than anything else I could ever do. I am raising some of the next generation of people who will be responsible for what happens in this country. It may not seem glamorous to do what I do, but I wouldn't trade it for the world or for any dreams I might have perfected in my head. Nothing is as perfect as teaching my children school, having a clean house, with clean laundry (most of the time) and seeing that at the end of the day, they are happy and taken care of. So NO, I am not glamorous by yours or my standards, but THEY think I am! It's my jewelry they want to wear, and my makeup they want to put on, and my shoes that turn into princess slippers; and that makes it all worth it!