TGIFF

I've declared today Frumpy Friday in honor of my disheveled appearance. It's an interesting cross between unkept and nerdy. And when I say nerdy, I really mean nerdy. As in not being able to find anyone to sit with in the high school cafeteria nerdy. 

This is what I call my "Mom" look. *Sigh

I always thought when I had children that I would be the type of woman that still managed to pull herself together each day.  Who could have imagined exactly how hard that would be?

I blame soap operas.

I was a latch-key kid so when we got home in the late afternoons the tv was our babysitter. And what's on in the late afternoons? Soap Operas. 

I wasn't interested at first but that's what my older sister watched and everyone understands that in the hierarchy of siblings the oldest always wins.  Always. In fact, my entire childhood I think I rode shot gun a grand total of twice.  So soaps it was.

All the women were beautiful.  No one ever had a rushed morning, a bad hair day, or wrinkled pants because she forgot to take the clothes out of the dryer.  Wives could work all day and serve a five course meal for dinner,  their places were always immaculate and you never heard husbands complain about the laundry piling up.  Children played quietly, would only appear occasionally and they were always crisp and clean with cute little bows in their hair. They never fought, had accidents or threw up on the couch.

See? See how that might be misleading?

I became convinced that it would be easy to have it all. Build a career, run a household and always look amazing? Yeah, I can do that.  Or maybe I'll just settle for the frazzled Mom look...