When I turned 39, I made a list of things I wanted to accomplish by the time I was 40. Signs Of True Adulthood. Number one on that list was to acquire and learn to apply makeup – somehow I missed that step as a 16-year-old.
I did manage to get some makeup (thanks to MyFriendJen and FameThrowa), and I even learned mostly how to apply it (again thanks to MyFriendJen, although eyeliner is still a huge mystery to me). I tried wearing it daily for a few weeks but then I gave it up, because a) I felt like a huge poser, like what am I, a Real Housewife Of Ottawa-Gatineau?, and b) makeup combined with my Mom Uniform of jeans, t-shirt, and ponytail, made me feel like I had earlier today been stood up at the altar. It just didn’t fit the lifestyle.
This past week I had occasion to be at the grocery store on a weekend, something that doesn’t usually happen anymore as I prefer to shop kidless on weekday mornings (child-free grocery shopping = NIRVANA). I had a good look around at the unusually large crowd and saw so many moms there, moms with toddlers in the carts and bigger kids hanging off the sides. They were moms in jeans and t-shirts and ponytails, my people, my kin.
Looking at them made me feel kind of sad, because I could see the smart, interesting, beautiful people they were, but they just looked so tired. And I knew they were seeing exactly the same thing when they looked at me and my three hooligans running wild up and down the aisles. There were awesome people in there, but wearing a Mom Mask that shut out all other interpretations. Some days you just don’t have the energy or the time to do anything for yourself.
I wanted to issue a Call To Arms right then and there, to moms everywhere. You’re gorgeous! Own that Mom Uniform! Do the Superstore Strut! Smile and nod knowingly to other moms, sensing the shared fabulousness! Let the twinkle in your eye be your bling! We’re all Real Housewives on the inside!
So all this is a rather dramatic way to say that I have reclaimed my interest in adding a little cover-up and mascara and lip gloss to my daily routine (thus doubling the number of steps involved, so that’s a pretty major commitment). I deserve to put my best face forward. It’ll probably last three weeks. But the inner fabulousness lives on!
(I’d totally watch The Real Housewives of Ottawa-Gatineau. Wouldn’t you?)