I dreamed about mascara last night. It felt like I spent hours and hours glopping mascara onto my eyelashes and looking at myself in the mirror. It was actually a really boring dream.
When I woke up this morning I took a quick glance in the mirror before heading across the hall to get Penelope out of her crib. I just wanted to see if I looked anything like I did in my dream. As my bald blonde eyelashes blinked back at me it was blatantly clear that I hadn’t worn make up in days. I didn’t even have any smudged remnants of it smeared under my eyes.
So after making breakfast for the girls this morning I decided that it was time for me to take a moment to reacquaint myself with my vanity. I locked myself in my bedroom for five minutes so that I could stare at myself in the mirror and glop real life mascara onto my nonexistent eyelashes. Slowly but surely they began to appear. As my eyes started to brighten up I could feel myself standing a little taller.
I didn’t have time to wash my hair so I sprayed a ton of dry conditioner onto it and braided it. For added effect I skipped my usual lip smackers chap stick and opted for real life lip gloss. The added color made my teeth look white and radiant.
For a grand finale I spritzed a bit of perfume on my neck. When I got in the car Bridget told me I smelled good… like a mom.
Just five minutes to entertain my vanity was all that I needed to get through another day of being stuck in the house with a sick kid. Nobody was going to see it but me and that’s perfectly fine because that was my intended audience.
By now the mascara has returned to its usual place, smeared under my eyes from rubbing them with frustration. The lip gloss has faded away and my braid has fallen out. My five minutes of vanity are over.
You see, I don’t have to look good all of the time. I just need to know that if I wanted to look good, I could 😉