I was intending to write a Fight the Frump Friday post today. Cuz it's Friday and junk.
Buuuuuuut, it's almost 12:30 in the afternoon. I'm in my pajamas. Hair greasy and unbrushed. Ditto for the teeth (and let me tell you, greasy teeth are anything but unfrumpy). My socks have holes in them and my face could use some serious exfoliation.
I was sick yesterday, and my daughter came down with a fever last night. I slept pretty fitfully, with her cuddling up to me all night and whispering intermittently, "I love you, Mommy."
It was worth not sleeping.
Anyway, today I've been trying to find a decently priced hotel room in San Fransisco (for the Bossy visit, squee!) that isn't a flea-ridden hell-hole riddled with various drippings from prior visitors. Wish me luck!
So my point is...jut like sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind, sometimes you gotta revel in the worst grossness your body can create in order to realize just how bad you don't want to be a frump.
I'm hitting Frumpy Rock Bottom here, peeps.
(I must still be a bit sick...I said "squee" and I think I misspelled it!)