Hot Mom Hot Mess

I just spent the last 20 minutes picking chunks of my daughter's puke off of her bedding before throwing it all in the wash.  Her stuffed bunny, her blanky, her sheets, down through to the mattress pad - all of it, covered in puke.  There is nothing like being woken up in the middle of the night to your child screaming 'Mommy! Mommy!' and then running into her bedroom to find chunks of half digested egg, cheese and banana all over herself and her crib.  Everyone loves the waft of spew at 2 in the morning. * So after it was all cleaned up, and after I sang Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star on repeat until she was ready to go back to her crib, I went back to my bed leaving the pile of puke ridden bedding on the floor in her room, and only just remembered leaving it there twenty minutes ago.  So yeah, scraping died up chunks of barf just now was pretty bad, but I was more disturbed by how little my 2 year old chews her food.  By the looks of things, she doesn't chew at all, just bites and swallows.  Great, so now on top of her ABCs and 123s, I have to teach my child how to chew.   It doesn't end. *  Being a mom is a never ending job, never.  They ALWAYS need something.  I am realizing that unless I take the time out for myself, it is just not going to happen.  There are no natural breaks in motherhood that allow you to do your nails and your makeup (I mean REALLY do your makeup and not smearing bb cream on your face with your fingers). You have to fight for these things.  You have to, because sometimes you need it, because these small little things make you feel good about yourself and that's important. I remember having the time to pick the perfect nail polish colour for an outfit and struggling to decide between two very close shades of red.  I remember wearing the perfect cat eye liner to work EVERYDAY.  I remember taking 3 hours to get ready for a wedding. Ah, the days when there was time to think about you and only you. * Being a mom, it's so easy to just skip the makeup, and the nails, and the night before outfit planning and feel fine enough.  But once in a while, it's important for ME to feel better than fine.  To feel attractive.  To feel hot.  And so, once in a while I fight my way through my daughter's desperate need of my endless attention and I do all of those little things that make me feel like a hot mom and not a hot mess.  And sometimes I take photos of it ;)

Politically correct side note:  I don't think the need to feel attractive is necessary for everyone, it's just that it's necessary for me :P