I hauled my three young boys to Sam's Club this week for a marathon trip that I'm hoping will negate any need to go for a couple months. While I was there, I ran into some old family friends. This couple still spends time with my parents and I see them occasionally, but haven't seen their kids for years. These are the kind of people who always look great, in fact, I'm quite intimidated by the girls in this family, who are all close to my age. Three of them have a hair salon - the kind that charges hundreds of dollars and only takes appointments a month in advance. Needless to say, they don't even know what frumpy means, despite having children of their own.
I had run out the door to Sam's without fighting the frump that day. I didn't look completely awful, but definitely frumpy. These old friends of mine are not the kind to judge, thank goodness. They spent ten minutes catching up with me and oohing over my kids, who looked fabulous. We all left with smiles. But... I know I would have felt so much better if I was looking great. Some make-up and a cute top probably would have left them saying, "Oh, Tara looked good, and her baby is only two months old." Rather than thinking I looked like my same old frumpy self.
In contrast - we had an emergency trip to the doctor last week (just an ear infection). Somehow I had managed to get myself ready first thing that morning, including make-up and cute hair. And the boys were all dressed to the shoes. So when the doctors office asked if we could come right in, I could say yes with confidence.
In conclusion - although I am not always successful at fighting the frump, I will keep trying. Sometimes my need for sleep wins out over getting up early to shower and stuff. But soon my baby and the other boys will be on a more regular schedule, hopefully - and I can work in a daily dose of fighting the frump. Because I want to. And I sure need it!