In the world of Mommyhood, heck, in the world of Frugal Mommyhood, the idea of going to get your nails/toes/feet done gets put on the back burner. Mostly because we are smart enough to see that it isn’t a necessity and it is something that we can do for ourselves right at home. That doesn’t mean that we don’t miss the hell out of it.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit on the frumpy side; nails unkempt, toes needing assistance, and my hair was showing the amount of time I was spending outside or busy cleaning, since it was turning an auburn color and constantly up in a banana clip. Yes, I said banana clip. I have one, I use it, and it’s ugly. Go ahead and judge if you want. The frump factor doesn’t dissipate with the changing of dirty diapers, the washing of little boys’ underwear and socks, and the cleaning of toilets. I have to say, the word “sexy” doesn’t come to mind while I’m cleaning around the base of porcelain. So, what’s a girl to do?
I try to make it up in attire, although the Mom uniform of tank tops, yoga pants, and flip flops tend to win the clothing battle, especially on busy days. I have to admit, a good dress that you can throw on at the last moment, like a shift dress or maxi dress, has been saving me this summer. But those damn yoga pants….they call to me almost every day.
I also try to get the opinion of the Husband. If it’s the weekend, and I remember, I’ll ask his opinion on what I should wear. Although I may see myself as the resemblance of a troll under a bridge, I know he still sees me as beautiful and will help me dress as such. More often than not, he picks great outfits.
But, I mostly miss the EXPERIENCE of “getting pretty.” Rushing to get to that pedicure appointment so you can sit in the massage chair and talk to my favorite Korean nail tech,Tiffany(her American name), about her family and mine. I miss those unnecessary things called “acrylic tips” that wrecked havoc on my nails but just look so dang cute. I miss going to my hair appointment every 2 weeks and seeing my stylist. Listening to the new gossip, talking about bad TV, and giggling to no end about inappropriate things. Wait, I can do that on Twitter now. OK, so I miss how great my hair looked after the appointments, and that I didn’t have to tire my hands and arms trying to straighten and curl it myself. Ah, those were the days.
I have to say, I do miss all of those things, and I miss how it made me feel. But then again, when I got all those things done, I complained about how I miss all the money I had to give away for them. The grass is always greener, I guess. But still, I miss being pretty.