After two years of marriage, my husband and I had our first daughter. I’ve learned to adjust my days from board meetings and business suits to breast feeding and T-shirts that can be washed easily when the baby spits up.
Despite my best efforts, I’ve been making a huge mistake. When my baby is sleeping, I’ve run around the house putting away laundry, cleaning the bathrooms and fixing dinner. I thought my husband would love to come home to a beautiful house and a warm meal on the table, not giving a thought to my appearance. This is how I believed I was showing him my appreciation for all of his hard work. The other day, it occurred to me that I hadn’t worn makeup or curled my hair in at least two weeks.
I finally asked him “If I have an extra ten minutes in my day and I have to choose between washing the dishes before you come home or fixing my hair and makeup, which would you prefer?” He smiled shyly and said “makeup.” My poor husband had been looking at a beast of a wife for the past three months and was too sweet to mention anything. I put my own grooming last on my “to do” list, thinking he would see my love for him through shiny floors and an impeccable sock drawer.
Yesterday, I got up and took 40 minutes to curl my hair (I have a lot of hair), and fix my makeup. This morning, he got up early to load the dishwasher and wash bottles for me. Coincidence? I think not!
Sarah
I Wasn’t Taking Care Of My Appearance
