One day when I am big…

So today was a blank day. It was a Monday after a long weekend. It was the slap back to reality.

It was also the day, I started a new week – I have this thing about hoping for the best at the beginning of the week, newness, last night my best friend and I decided we would go back into lotioning our bodies – I know what you are thinking – you don’t lotion your body? I would probably be thinking that too, if I wasn’t the realist that I am.

My mornings don’t include ample time for things like lotions, make-up, fancy pinterest hair styles etc. They are usually rushed, even though I have only posted one purple Monday – I have them on every other day too… purple Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursday and yes even Fridays.. life gets away from me. Then come Sunday I’m like – do I have to do my hair???

Don’t you dare judge – my hair is LOOOOOOONG and THICK… it’s like hair for days and just doing my once a week wash and blow dry gives my arms their weeks worth of working out. Then there’s the choice between make-up and 10 mins of extra shut eye… don’t even pretend like that’s a tough choice.

So when my best friend and I feel up to it, we challenge one another to dress up – to make-up, to take the time to lotion, etc. Today was one of those starts and man oh man – did I feel adult-y today… I looked like I belong in the professional environment I work in.

I even did my nails. Just slap me – I know… I’ve been reading too many of My Spreadsheet Brain’s nail posts. This week’s challenge was stirred up by us once again, talking about people who are sooooo much better at all that – and we are OLDER ones! I feel like I missed the adult memo – the one where they show you how to be dressing at what age, when you should be doing your nails and make-up and HOW… I mean I can do it, but a big part of me is also like why…? Because sometimes when I feel and I mean really FEEL it and I get really into it for like two weeks – hello 14 days of getting up early, planning your outfits, make-up-ing and and and… and then bam… you wake up late. And you forget your face at home and then???

Then you get to work and people are asking you if you are sick????????????????????????????

So my naturaaaaaal face makes me look sick? Now that’s enough to make me sick enough, to not want to wear make-up anymore… at all.

Then I get over it eventually and a little voice reminds me that adulting is an effort, fake it till you make it. One day, is today.

Even though I felt super sophisticated today and uber productive – I look and play being an adult well – when it suits me. I am in no way in denial that sitting on the beach building sandcastles and colouring in all day doesn’t sound way more appealing on all levels. But that’s not how this works right? You just have to keep going, keep on adulting.

I know adulting isn’t just about make-up, and pretty clothes, and hair and nails… its about responsibility, and accountability, and tons more -bilities that I can’t think of right now oh yes and bills…lots of those – right? Right?

I guess when I still think of some things (like all of the above) I think – one day… when I am big, I will have time, and I will make the effort, I will try, I will be better… And at 28 (on the verge of 29)… when exactly does big feel like its here?

When does being big feel not so far away.

Today I was big – in my own way, worked, mom-ed, wife-d, friend-ed, dressed, make-up-ed, and all the trimmings… I even accidentally bought a bag in Spring 2015’s colour…tick! Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick!

It wasn’t that great but tomorrow – will be better and to end off my big person day I will colour in, so I can let out all my little person stuff in my pjs and big puffy slippers!

Over and out!

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