We all know what the Hot Mess Express is. It rolls into the station at 5am, drags your tush out of bed, and the ride begins.
Jeans? Not today. Leggings.
Makeup? Not a chance.
Hair? Messy bun… again.
But on the Hot Mess Express, your kids still get fed, dressed, teeth brushed, lunches packed and away they go. But mama’s appearance jumps right on that train and the day is on.
This “train” use to visit my house at least six days per week. I am married with children; I don’t need to look nice. But how is that fair to my husband? I am still the same person (without an adequate amount of sleep), but I don’t look the same. I’m a whopping 28-years-old and my hair is already rapidly going gray. I have wrinkles that stay on my face whether or not I am smiling. I have black bags under my eyes from the countless hours laying in bed making a mental to-do list for tomorrow while I should be sleeping. I am not the youthful women he fell in love with.
It wasn’t until recently that I realized how unfair this was to my husband. He tells me all the time that he thinks I am beautiful, and half the time I think he is lying. I know he doesn’t care too much when I jump on the HME for a week straight, but I owe it to him, as his wife, to do more than that with myself. I owe it to myself to take the time to make myself better about me.
My first style ever from Amelia James was the Cottonwood. Its an amazing long sleeve blouse that flatters every body shape! The day I put that top on my first thought was, “I need to do my hair!” And so I did. Then I thought, “These bags have to go!” And so I did my makeup. and then I thought, “Dang, girl! We should go out today!”
Slight pause…. mindful reflection… and then… “Why do I not do this more often?”
That day, Tyler told me probably 10 times how beautiful he thought I was. He complimented my Cottonwood, my hair, makeup, body, eyes, absolutely everything! Not only did I feel good about myself already, but he made me feel even better. My son even told me twice that day how pretty I was. That was when I realized staying off the train was better for me.
Yes. The Hot Mess Express is convenient. It is fast and efficient. But it is NOT pretty. It doesn’t make you feel good about yourself. It doesn’t build and maintain your self-worth and/or confidence.
I’m not saying I will stay off the train completely. I am saying that I now realize that I need to make that effort, not just for me but for the people around me.
“When mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.”