I'm driving home from Target this morning when I mentally slam into this thought process:
Did I brush my teeth this morning?
*thinking back and retracing the morning*
Oh, whew. I did brush my teeth. Sheesh. That's embarrassing. I forgot to put any jewelry on but I guess there are worse things. At least I did my hair. ...
Oh my goodness, did I put on makeup? Nope. And it's so much worse than that - I never removed yesterday's makeup either! I just sauntered through Target for 35 minutes with raccoon eyes and a ghost-pale face.
*checking in mirror while driving down the road*
Yep. It's bad. At least I didn't see anyone I knew. Just that very nice checker-lady who kept looking at me and smiling. Now I wonder if she was being sympathetic and sweet or thinking what a mess I was. Ugh.
Ahhhh, motherhood. But at least I got the basement cleaned up a little this morning!