The kids have been in bed for over two hours now and I was just going to wash up and get myself into bed. I walk into the bathroom and I catch a look in the mirror. I look like a mom tonight. So glad Juan is not here to see me in this most unattractive state. Not that moms look unattractive, but we moms know the MOM look after being out and about with the kids all day, having very little ME time. I mean, we can't count a bathroom break, because they're not private moments with little ones popping in regularly to see where we went off to and what we're doing. The look I had was hair falling out of a not tight bun, last of the days make-up, dribbles of ice cream (oh yes I did) on the front of my shirt and a nursing bra - which my seven year old asked me today when he saw the latch peeking out of the edge of my shirt "What's this?" I bowed my head in totally defeat. Yes, I've become that. And no I'm not still breast-feeding my almost three year old, not that I have a problem with others doing that. He was just ready when he was ready and he being my second I was ready, too.

So, while the kids were entertained this evening watching Fetch before bed I made a list of things to do and on that list were:

1. buy new lingerie (this word by the way, makes me feel like I've written it wrong and I keep looking it up, but no that is the correct spelling...),

2. get hair appointment,

3. do nails

And I should add look at yourself in the mirror regularly.

I was hoping to get to bed early and defy the ugly morning blah look, but that doesn't look to be happening either.

So Friday is here soon enough and with a three day weekend and hopefully a husband (sales conference ends tomorrow), perhaps I'll have a chance to escape for a bit and find myself *wink-wink*. In that time it'd be nice to have a date night with said husband.

4. book sitter!