There was a time when I would wake up, twist my hair up with a pencil, pee and go, looking pretty if not polished.
Now it takes makeup to make me have that not-wearing-makeup-but-still-human look. Without makeup? A cross between Mike Meyer’s Linda Richman character from SNL and the undead.
Do the math: the amount of work it used to take to look ready for work, it now takes for me to look ready to take the kids to school. I’m losing ground. Pretty soon it’ll take a three-hour airbrush session with a professional makeup artist for me to be presentable to take out the trash (the compactor shoot is situated five steps outside our apartment.)
This is not good, people. Suggestions welcome.