I have been battling 2 things lately: insomnia and anxiety. I’m not sure which one is feeding the other. But, I actually get anxiety about not getting enough sleep which, in turn, keeps me up at night. It’s a terrible, vicious, circle.
Last night I think I may have drifted off briefly. Before I knew it, the kids were up, and needing the most overrated things like, breakfast and clean clothes. I stumbled around and poured them a sugary, artificially flavored, artificially colored but vitamin fortified (I’m not a monster) bowl of cereal and attempted to lay back down. No sooner than my head it the pillow Rex, our 75 pound English Bulldog, stuck his underbite in my face. He needs to go outside…
The good news about today, it’s eyebrow day. See, I have found this heaven-sent angel who specializes in eyebrows. She is actually called “The Eyebrow Whisperer.” If my eyebrows were two rabid pit bulls ready to attack, she would be Cesar Millan. I find solace while drinking my coffee knowing I’ll have 20 mins of peaceful relaxation while my eyebrows are getting shaped into two amazing, full, arches.
Shit…The husband is gone all day. Now, I’m convincing myself my kids will behave in a quiet salon. So I do what any good mother would “hey kids, where do you want to go for lunch? You pick and we will go as long as you be still and quiet while Mommy gets her eyebrows done!” Bribery works better than anything else. I don’t care what the parenting books say. Bribery or bust.
I quickly scurry together clothes for us and give G a little independence by letting him pick out his clothes and brush his own teeth. As we walk out the door I notice his camouflage shorts do not match his camouflage shirt and he could probably really use a bath. Eh, he’ll be alright. We get to the salon and I see he has a toothpaste stain splattered all over his shirt. Sigh. It’s now quite obvious. I’m the hot mess mom.
The kids were quiet during my appointment. Quietly running around but quiet none the less. So here we are, eating lunch at chic-fil-a as promised. Barefootin’ it around getting ice cream. I still look a hot mess with no makeup and my adult acne in full swing. The messy bun screams “I didn’t even try.” But you know what? My eyebrows look phenomenal.

