Two for Two

I'm two for two.  Two days and two showers.  Not only two showers, but two days of blown dry hair and make-up on the face.  It truly is a big accomplishment for me.

I have a problem.  I wasn't even really aware.  There have been signs.  Once my younger sister showed up at my house with a Target sack full of new workout attire.  She suggested that if I insisted on wearing it every day, I should at least have a few nice pieces.  There was another time when my sister-in-law told me how nice I looked, following it up with..."I'm not used to seeing you in something other than workout pants". 
 
They say that anyone with a problem has to hit rock bottom before they decide to change.  I hit rock bottom on Monday.  Matt walked through the door at 6:30 PM from work, and I still had not showered.  I did manage to fit a workout in, do paperwork on and off of the computer all day while juggling two boys, finishing the weekend's laundry, and picking up the house.  Somehow the shower escaped me.  My husband looked at me sweetly and said, "I've got the boys, why don't you go take a bath.".

That would be a cue to most people, but not me.  I refused.  We sat and ate dinner as a family and then gave the boys baths together.  After bedtime stories  were read and my littles were nestled away, I collapsed on my bed.  When Matt came into the room, he said softly.."So you decided not to shower?".  I looked at him and responded with..."At this point I might as well wait until the morning."...he looked at me and said, "But your hair is all greasy.".  Well girls...I still didn't take that shower, I just rolled over and went to sleep.

Tuesday....the words settled in.  I made a vow to myself and silently to my husband to take better care of myself.  I've put my jeans on, slapped on that lip-gloss and honestly felt better about myself .  I'm not ready to hang with any WIWW posts and I'm not promising to get it done everyday, but I've made a few crucial baby-steps and that counts for something.