You know how they say that a woman goes immediately downhill after she says "I do"? Well, my friends, I fear the worst has happened. I'm not exactly gaining weight like a fat kid in a bakery (only a matter of time), but I am... getting lazy.
I work from home so I usually look like this from dawn to dusk:
(That took a lot of ovaries to share. Talk about a whole lot of attractiveness coming your way.)
Typically, if we aren't going going to be seen by the general public, I have a hard time making myself presentable. I mean it takes a lot to get ready in the morning. Shower. Blow dry. Straightener. Make up. Make up. Make up. It's not exactly an easy five minute slap-some-DO-on-the-BO process that guys do (Good heavens, that would be nice).
So why would I exert all that energy if Grahm is the only person I'm going to see all day? I mean he did marry me. He's kinda obligated to stick around, no matter what kinds of hideousness my face goes through. Gracious, I need an attitude adjustment.
Poor men. We deceive them into marrying us by always wearing cute clothes, fixing our hair, and disguising our faces. Little do they know, the hoodie-wearing, skipping-showers-way-too-frequently troll man living inside of us comes out post-wedding. Maybe this untamed beast is making up for lost time. After all, we have been masking slob city for like 23 years. It's time we had a break and let loose, right? Especially since we've already tricked a poor sucker into believing we're actually good looking.
Grahm is a doll, and of course, would never say anything about his ogre-looking, hygiene-questionable wife. But lately, I've been feeling a little guilty about my laziness.
I think I need to change my attitude from "Rats-nest hair, don't care. No one's going to see me today" to "My hard-working husband is about to come home and see his hot (not so much) mess of a wife. Maybe I should attempt looking like a normal person for his sake."
Me thinks this is a good idea. (This is me stroking the beard I just shaved off of my face.)