Lately I just want to walk around in sweats or at least running clothes and do nothing. I don't want to put on jeans or khakis, or anything that does not have an elastic waist. I am not really getting it. I don't want to wear any of the clothes I have except stuff that resembles a sweatshirt, sweats, or sweatshirts and sweats. They are the only things that come to mind.
I have always been a person that has put on some make up, but you know, I don't even care lately. I don't even care if my hair is "done" as in straightened or even curly with some mousse in it or something. I feel like I am slowly getting lazy. I don't know if I just need new clothes or if I need to go crazy and run like a crazy person like I did during the summer or what.
And I just noticed yesterday that my hair used to be thick and now it isn't. Weird, huh?
I am losing my mind, I am losing my hair, I am losing my wits, I am losing my gumption...
That's it. I have to run tonight. Get on the old treadmill.
Homeschooling mothers---is this a normal thing? I know that Jennifer has struggled with this---
I tell Dear Sir that I want to wear nothing but sweats and he says, "Good. Sweats are awesome." When I know I look terrible he says, "You look nice!" I am literally taken aback, look at myself and what I have on and say, "Huh?"
I have a good husband. And we are both on crack, I guess.
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Eraser Eater----Well-known for his old habit of eating erasers and whining about ridiculous things. Now he eats Tabasco sauce and says little in his 15 years.
The Girl---The one who is still more mature than I am at 13.
The Oldest----Known in younger years as Mickey Mouse, and now he is embracing adulthood by being over 18.
Eraser Eater----Well-known for his old habit of eating erasers and whining about ridiculous things. Now he eats Tabasco sauce and says little in his 15 years.
The Girl---The one who is still more mature than I am at 13.
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9 comments:
All part of being a woman, dearie! *Wink*
To survive long term as a homeschool mom, you have to take care of yourself. This means doing what it takes to cheer yourself up, sometimes taking a day off unexpectedly or buying yourself a small gift from time to time, if you can afford it. If running cheers you up, then by all means, run. Grab those adorable kids of yours and give them a hug, and tell them Aunt M. is missing them.
i get more compliments from my husband wearing sweats and his shirt than i do when i get dress up... does that make me weird, or him?! =)
i just realized that my comment looks funny, it should say "i get more compliments from my husband when i am wearing!" oops. sorry. =)
Oh, jeans or sweatpants, so long as your barefoot, you've got my complete attention!
Haha!
Always,
Jas...
It is very good to know I am not alone. Whew. I was starting to feel a little silly.
Shealy---good advice. I went and got a haircut yesterday and I feel a little better.
You sound like the female version of George Costanza! haha
not that it's a bad thing......
do you need some more adult interaction?
Aunt Jo---I MAY need more adult interaction, but I kind of don't want that much. I am getting too used to not having much of it. Although I think I do get some.
Thankfully I am not as annoying as George and I am not balding. Well, losing hair, but not balding, eh? AND---I am not so ugly that people wonder why the heck I even have a significant other, so that is comforting.
I think I just need to get off my butt and run for a bit, that is all.
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