I don’t know about you all, but when I wake in the morning, I am a hot mess. A Hot Mess People!
Tossing and turning through the night gives my hair a nice rat’s nest appearance. That plus the bags under my eyes and the not quite ready for make-up face, I can’t imagine the horror that greets my husband upon waking every day.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to dive into some vat of self-pity. But at 10:30 this morning, when I actually had a moment to get showered and dressed for the day, I looked in the mirror and literally gasped out loud.
Before I had kids, I was up and in the shower in a matter of minutes. By the time I ate breakfast, I was dressed for the day, make-up and hair in tact. Nowadays the kids, who are very early risers, act as my alarm clock and I trudge up the stairs in a sleepy stupor to get the screaming toddler out of her bed. As soon as she is up, we head into the kitchen to get her some “cyrul” and “yoyo” (cereal and yogurt) and then typically head back upstairs to watch some Sesame Street or Mickey Mouse Club House. Most days, I am showered and dressed by 8:30 but days like today, when someone is sick or we’re having a lazy day, it can be much later.
Good thing no one rang my door bell. Hair and teeth weren’t brushed. Oversized sweatshirt still on. Tired look of defeat still on my face.
As I put on my moisturizer and eye cream (trying to save face), I started thinking. How come my husband doesn’t ever look like a monster when he wakes up? If we’re being honest, there have been a few mornings where he’s been sick or, perhaps, hung-over where he’s looked less than stellar, but I’ve never once thought that he ran through the ugly forest. Obviously, I am harder on myself than I am on others, but I still find this incredibly unfair.
I’ve seen him at his best and worst, and the same goes for him with me.
My best equals:
photo: New Image Studios
My worst equals: …….
Yeah, I’m not brave enough to post any of those photos. Most evidence of me looking like a troll has been deleted forever anyway.
But seriously, what the hell? I even tried to have this conversation with my husband, who admitted that yes, most women seem to need a little work in the morning before they look put together. Is it because we all wear make-up? We’ve altered some expectation of what our face truly looks like so perception of our true self is now totally warped? Ok, that’s another post in and of itself.
I just want to know if morning “pretty” really exists. In the movies, we see ladies fluff their hair and roll out of bed full of smiles and sunshine. That is NOT real life. Those women sat in make-up chairs for three hours before they filmed that scene. And face it, in the movies, people start making out like mad before they even brush their teeth. Definitely NOT real life.
My morning “run for the hills” face is real. And I kind of want to punch it…right in the kisser.
Anyone with me on this?
I count it as a blessing that I can’t see my reflection in the mirror in the morning until I put in my contacts. And I don’t do that until I’ve had my shower. The perks of being blind (with a very old prescription in my glasses)!
It probably does exist. I’m guessing that Heidi Klum and Halle Berry never look like trolls.
And that’s why we have people to hate.
I have the same flat hair at night that I have in the morning. I am not sure there is such a thing as a pretty morning after kids.
It is absolutely a result of fixing ourselves so much that “put together” means full face of makeup and perfect hair. I’ll never forget the time my coworker woke up late and didn’t have time for makeup. Our male coworker said he looked sick. She looked completely normal.
I didn’t wear makeup for most of my life, and still don’t really, so I made sure to marry the man who was enamored with me sans makeup. He knew that what he was getting was he same face he’d wake up next to.
Oh girl you aren’t kidding! Sadly, because I showed at night I often look like that for most of the day. I’ve been known to scurry around and get dressed right before hubs gets home. That was a long time ago so I can admit I 🙂
Ha, ha, ha, I have done that!
Morning pretty is a rare and fragile thing. On a really lucky day, I’ll wake up and find that half my hair looks Amazing. And then the other half/back looks like a rats nest. …