My darling husband was asked if he had make-up on as he dashed out the door this morning. He calls back 'No'. She yells 'Why?'. He yells as he opens the door 'Because I'm a boy' and out he goes.
|Ahem Nick. Real men wear make up|
Actually, lets be honest. He never gave it another thought. And he made the bus.
'Mama, do you have make-up on'.
'Ummmmmmm, it makes me feel tidy'.
Yep. That's what I came up with. It makes me feel TIDY. I have never in my life sought a state of 'TIDY'. I don't even know what the freaky fahk I meant. Thankfully, she's three.
'Oh. Like when we pick up the toys?'
'Yes. Do you want some more milk?'
'Yes. Can I leave the table?'
'When you finish your milk.'
And the morning fell into its usual state of pre child-care chaos. But I know that she will come back to this question, and that her sister will as well. And I am going to need a better answer than 'TIDY'. 'TIDY' is up there with 'I carried a watermelon'.
Why do I wear make-up? If I was brutally honest with myself it's because I don't have the self confidence to face the day with my own, um, well, face. The evening out of 39 year old skin with a bit of foundation, some mascara to open up the eye, eyeliner because otherwise everybody asks if I'm tired, all makes me feel a little more confident.
Even when I'm working from home. Alone.
Basically - make-up gives me 'GAME ON' face. It's part of the uniform. It's dress up. It's as much part of my routine as deodorant and moisturiser.
|Bringing his game face|
So when they ask again? What am I going to say?
Probably 'Ummmmmmm, do you want some more milk?'.
What would you say?
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