Identity Crisis

Fridays are my cleaning day. The whole house gets an overhaul, including new sheets on the beds. Generally I stay in my pajamas on those days because, really, what's the point in getting dressed to scrub toilets? Last Friday I took a break from cleaning to take Ashlyn to school. I was wearing my gray fleece bottoms, a gray t-shirt, and tennis shoes. Just before we headed out the door, Ashlyn looked at me at said, "Mom, maybe you should wear something a little more pretty. It kind of looks like you are just wearing pajamas." Apparently I have started embarrassing my kindergartener.

You know, when you're 7 1/2 months pregnant, it's easy to feel 'blah' about your appearance. Swollen ankles, 30+ pound weight gain, stretch marks, break-outs, etc. Half the time I don't feel like getting ready for the day, and the other half I'm too busy to put much effort into my appearance. Needless to say, it doesn't really help when a five-year-old tells you to put on "something a little more pretty." In all seriousness, I took no offense to her comment. It made me laugh.

But then today Trent very casually asked, "Mom are you a woman or a man?"

Now I'm starting to get a complex...

Maybe I should start putting make-up on more than once or twice a week.