Another Make-up Day

Another crazy busy time around our house yesterday morning. Lots to do before I left for work. I felt lucky to sleep in until 6:45 am after Andrea had pulled me out of bed at 4:00am to fix her twisted covers. After showering and drying my hair I chose to go help Wayne outside with a ditch digging project (grrr don't ask!!), so I decided to skip the make-up until I was done with the sure-to-be-messy chore in the dirt. After working longer than I had anticipated outside, I rushed inside at 10:30 to make lunch for my hungry again 5-year-old and for myself to brown bag it today. I jumped into some work clothes and soon rushed out the door to work, kissing and hugging each of my loved ones liked I'd be gone for days not just hours.

After an exceptionally busy open house I realized that I had made several good contacts for future leads. I had spoken to nearly 20 buyers...only a few with their own agents. Sometimes a busy open house that produces much more than a canned conversation about the weather and current housing market is hard to come by. I can only attribute those good days like this to a good vibe. Me confident, them open to chatting and learning something new that I may have to offer. So something was working for me that day... It was about time for me to pack up when I was leaving the bathroom and looked up in the mirror. I had forgotten to put even an ounce of make up on! (Thank God the shower had removed all of yesterday's make up!) YIKES! A pale faced boy looked back at me in the mirror - at least that's what I see when I look at myself without make-up. I was so thankful that I didn't know about this huge oversight in my morning when I first arrived at my open house. My confidence level would have been shot. It's ironic that I felt so good about my day and contact with people on a day that for sure should have shot all my confidence.

Have you ever had a bad hair day? All you do when you talk to people is avoid their eye contact and fiddle, fluff, and pull on your hair. Probably drawing more attention to your flat, frizzy, or kinky do.

I'm not one to go anywhere without make-up. I even pack it with me when we're camping with just my family! I came home and asked my brood, "So, uh, why didn't any of you tell me I didn't have make-up on when I kissed each of you good-bye this morning?" They each took turns telling me how they don't even notice and that I was beautiful without the make-up. Boy that is why I love this family. So kind when I need it the most. They spoiled me with their loving comments so much so that I blushed and had to cover my face to make them stop.

A few weeks ago, I was rushing again through my morning routine. Dabbing foundation all over my face. Dot dot dot on my nose...dot dot dot on my cheeks and under my eyes. Just as I began to blend, Andrea began screaming in her bedroom for my help. I rushed to her side only to find out it was nothing and she was still not dressed for school. Running late, I helped her get dressed, grabbed the rest of my things - socks, shoes, purse, keys - and together we ran out the door to drop her at pre-school.

"Good morning!" I greeted the other parents with a smile. "Good morning! How are you today?" I asked two of her teachers. Smiling and confident I left the school, returned home. About an hour later I looked in the mirror only to find out I had forgotten to get back to blend, blend, blend all my dot, dot, dots!!!! Again, I ask, why didn't any of those kind women I greeted tell me that I looked like a Freak from the House of Horrors!?? It's no wonder I wonder if this blog makes my butt look big. Sigh.