And I seriously looked homeless. But I needed to run to the store before it was Ruby's bedtime, and so I just decided to go and pray I didn't see anyone I knew.
Luckily I didn't see anyone, but I was slightly embarrassed that real people (outside my family) saw me looking like that.
And when I got home and actually looked at my appearance in the mirror, I was beyond embarrassed and then hoped no one paid attention to my sloppy look. But chances are, I'm going to be on people of Walmart tomorrow.
You don't believe me huh?
I took proof.
And if you could see my pants(I use that term loosely since they were yoga leggings) - they were covered in diaper rash cream, dirt and
Ruby's snot.
But then I got thinking about why I looked the way I did, and I began to smile.
My hair was a mess, because I dedicated today to a work day around the house and yard. I didn't need to impress anyone. Ruby actually had a matching black head band and a messy bun. She wanted to look like me. (She thinks I'm pretty cool lol)
My cheeks were red because I had spent the entire day outside in the sun working and playing with Ruby.
My "pants" had peices of weeds, and dirt on them because I had been on the ground outside helping Reese build Ruby a trampoline for Easter.
The diaper rash cream was because I was being mom and chased to toddler who was running around the house with a naked bum and caught her before she rubbed the cream all over the carpet, hence the butt print on my "pants"
The boogers- well I'm a walking tissue.
The bags under my eyes- we have been working nonstop trying to get our yard presentable for Easter dinner. Oh and the bags may be permentant because I have a toddler. ;)
The stickers all over my shirt were put there by Ruby while I was trying to keep her busy late night grocery shopping. So she didn't have a meltdown.
So I guess I didn't look homeless. I looked like a mom. A mom who has been working in the yard all day, who has been playing with their toddler.
So next time you see a mom in the store in yoga pants, and a messy bun. She isn't lazy. In fact- that is the uniform of a hard working woman. She gives and gives and her needs are totally pushed to the side.
She has worked hard, and has played hard.
Don't let that worn out look fool you-
She loves what she does.
So when you see her singing wheels on the bus as she is pushing her toddler through the store, give her a high 5.
Cause messy bun moms-
They are rockstars.
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