My Guy and I had a date tonight. High rollers that we are, we went to Pei Wei and then a movie.
Well, we also went to Home Depot, because we had time before the movie. Because you know you're married with a fixer-upper when, instead of grabbing a drink before the movie, you grab a dimmer switch.
We saw Sleepwalk With Me, which was quite good.
But the point of all of this is ... it was date night. Today, I walked the dogs and worked around the house. Notice that I did not actually bathe.
So, in preparation for date night, I decided to go all out. At about 5 p.m., I showered. I slapped on some pretty-smelling lotion. And I decided to dress like a girl.
Now, in the time I've been unemployed, I've basically been wearing workout clothes 24/7. Not because I'm working out, but because I am lazy. The only times I've worn mascara since the beginning of August were the handful of times I met with recruiters. Otherwise? So not worth the effort.
But for date night, on a night when my legs hurt from running about and we were headed to fancypants places like Pei Wei and the fine-arts theatre? I attempted to pull out all the stops.
I tried. I really did.
I ended up wearing a feminine, navy skirt (good start!). And a gold Iowa Hawkeyes t-shirt (umm ... OK?). And a green cardigan that I got off the Target clearance rack in 2005 (really?).
I wore earrings. And a little lip gloss. And that was as dressed up as I could manage.
My Guy told me I looked pretty. I believe this is code for, "My prayers are answered! You changed out of those running shorts! Hallelujah!"
Now, part of me likes to believe that I'm getting back to basics, and getting comfortable in my own skin, and that my new habit of going, well, everywhere without brushing my hair is just me being free.
The other part of me thinks that I'm going to be in a world of hurt in a week when I have to go back to work ... in an office where jeans aren't allowed, for God's sake. I'm also sort of wondering what happened to me liking to wear jewelry and dress like a girl. It used to be fun. Now, it just seems like work.
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One of my favorite things about going back to teaching is the chance to dress up. However, come the weekend? It would take waterboarding to get me out of yoga pants and a t shirt.
You know you've hit rock bottom when you pull on khaki capris and a button down shirt for a meeting and your kid says "Hey Mom! You look really nice!" Ummm...yeah, your daily dress routine sounds a LOT like mine. It's a fast and slippery slope from daily dress-up to daily not-give-a-shit.
I got sick of running in to people at the grocery store or gas station looking like I had not showered for a week, had a crows nest parked in my hair and was emmitting a foul odor. So, with great personal effort, I am back in the girly squad. It takes time. It doesnt all happen at once.
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