Mirror, Mirror

45. Mirror, Mirror: What if your mirror started talking to you? What might the mirror say?

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Why hello again!

It’s you! It’s been a while!

Honestly, I’ve felt neglected since the pandemic began. You barely even give me a second glance these days.

I mean, I know you haven’t worn makeup in months and you’ve shamefully neglected your eyebrows.

(About that, by the way, you’re about to remember why you started plucking in the first place–you’re dangerously close to having a unibrow again.)

If I’m honest, though, mostly I feel hurt. Hurt by that critical look in your eye when you glance at me.

How you scowl! How you grimace! It’s like you only look at me to find fault!

So you’re looking for faults, huh? I can tell you some faults! Where do I even begin??

  • Your belly sags. Not to mention your tits.
  • You’ve got crows feet (they say they come from smiling, but I call BS).
  • Let’s be honest, your hair is pretty much gray.
  • You’re developing quite a ‘stache.
  • We’ve already covered the unibrow.
  • Those freckles were cute as a teen. Now not so much.
  • When was the last time you combed your hair?

I could go on, but honestly, why bother?

Because I know you go through this same list of “imperfections” every time you stand before me.

An Invitation

I’m asking you to look past those things. (You’re 35 now, darling, your tits aren’t getting any perkier, barring surgical intervention.)

I’m asking you to see what I see when you stand in front of me. I see a woman who is more herself now than she ever has been.

You may see a woman whose looks are fading. I see a woman who is blossoming and blooming, who is lovelier than ever. Though your skin is wrinkling, you wear it better than you ever have before.

And I love you better than ever.

So please spend a bit more time with me the next time you stroll by. Stop and look with me at all the beautiful imperfections that make you perfectly you.

A Slight Case of the Plague

You’ve all heard of the man cold, right?

That’s when a man gets a cold. Anyone who has shared a home with a man knows what I’m talking about. To listen to him you’d think he was dying.

Well, I have a man cold.

I am dying.

It feels like my sinuses are going to cave under the pressure, and I sound like I’ve been singing along at a K.I.S.S. concert.

Staying at home with the kids while Chico is away, it’s hard to take the time I need to rest and get well.

Mom guilt kicks in whenever I lie down for a bit, instead of doing the one million other things I think I SHOULD be doing.

Like preparing a healthy dinner for the boys, or applying for another job, or getting some exercise, or folding the laundry, or, or, or…

You get the picture.

So here’s a message to all the mamas out there suffering from a cold:

YOU CAN TAKE THE DAY OFF.

Well, you know what I mean. You still probably have to get the kids off to school, but it is TOTALLY OKAY if you want to get back into bed when you get home.

Your kids will not fail to get into Harvard just because you didn’t take them to the library this afternoon.

(Let’s face it, they’re probably not going to get into Harvard anyway…)

That extra episode of Sesame Street? Yeah, it won’t kill them.

They didn’t get much exercise today? Whatever. They’ll be fine.

Self Care Starts with Me

There’s a whole industry out there that tries to sell me products labeled as “self care” products. Things like manicures, scented candles, bath salts, facial creams, a glass of wine…

But if you ask me, that’s all horse hockey.

Self care is taking care of my mental and physical well-being.

When I have a cold, that means giving myself permission to take the time I need to recover.

This week, I’m setting the example to my boys of what it is to take care of myself when I don’t feel well.

I’m eating healthy foods, drinking lots of tea, bundling myself up like a babushka and resting as much as possible.

The Boys Kinda Love it…

The Bug and the Bear are so much enjoying all the extra TV time that I suspect they’re going to TRY and get me sick as much as possible.

Come to think of it, it WAS the Bug who gave me a full-on kiss on the lips and then sneezed into my face.

Clever boy…