Burns, scrapes and bruises and gray

There are some days - I never look at myself. I mean really look at myself.

I get up, stagger to the bathroom. Take a shower. Get out, dry off. Throw some clothes on (not hard because we are known for our 'Bohemian' choice of dress here. Flip flops are the norm). I then brush the teeth, brush the tangles from the hair and head for the front door to meet my grunting J for the daily drive to school.

So, today it's rather slow and I am just looking at my hands. Mainly because I am doing web surfing and I have to look at them to type. I have three small burns on the back of my right hand and a nice blister forming on my left thumb. Where did they come from?

I noticed earlier a huge scrape on my shoulder when I went to scratch myself. Ow! What's that? Where did that come from?

Not to mention the bruise on my right thigh that has now changed a lovely shade of yellow. Noticed that while I was in the can...um...ladies room (I will spare you the gory details). Yellow means it's been there a while. Couldn't tell ya for the life of me when it happened.

So now I am examining my feet. In need of a pedicure. Why? I have that lovely cracking on the heels that you only see with old age (yep, that's me, old). It must of just happened today - it wasn't there when I looked yester...I mean...Monday..um...whenever the last time was.

I also noticed today when I was in my sporty car -with the top down a HUGE one inch growth of gray. Think I need a dye job? BADLY!

Yeah - I am sexy. Not!!!

So - I have come to the realization that this is the reason we become "Soccer Moms". We get wrapped up. Life is busy. We sleep, work, sleep, work. So we become easy.

It's much easier to pull on the comfy pants and big sweatshirt. Its easier to wear flip flops instead of heels. Its easier to let your hair 'air dry' than do it up. Makeup? For who?
If you don't look at yourself - I mean really, really look at yourself - things can get really out of control.

So - I am leaving in 20 minutes. HB isn't going to be home tonight because I have asked to to watch the Yankee game elsewhere (he's looney during games). I am gonna dye my hair. Change my toenail polish and try to nourish my feet (poor things). The burns and bruises will go away but I promise to really look at myself tomorrow when I get up.

At least to make sure I don't have a booger.