Notes on motherhood: take one

I have never been a vain person, nor one who was too meticulous about my appearance. Hey - I love a tube of sparkly pink lipgloss as much as the next girl, and I recognize Sephora as my savoir. I have my hair highlighted and cut pretty regularly, and I love a sale at GAP. I will be the first person to flaunt a new adorable handbag, boot or earring.

But now I'm the girl who lives in her sweats (I actually have a "sweats" warddrobe), only puts on concealer before her husband gets home in an effort to look somewhat perky and not miserably sleep deprived, will skip a shower in trade for an extra 30 minutes of sleep, and will wear clothes that my son has peed or puked on all day.

Its either true love or true insanity. This flower's not as fresh as a daisy these days, but my son is sure cute!