My girls had camp this morning and as I was standing in the kitchen trying to figure out how to create them some lunches from the nothing that was in my empty cupboards, my eldest walked into the kitchen.
'Wow,' she commented to me. 'You look nice.'
'I showered,' I replied and continued to making a lunch for her.
Two minutes later, my youngest walked into the kitchen. 'Mom,' she exclaimed, 'look at you, you're all dressed up!'
My problem with this? I wasn't. I had on clean clothes, I had showered, dried my hair and put on some make-up, but I was far from dressed up. I was clean and made up, but I hadn't put ANY real effort into the way I looked.
What they were comparing me to however, was my look this past weekend at the cottage where I had spent two days in dirty, unmatched clothes, where I had bathed by swimming in the lake, and where I wore no make-up and sported frizzy sun dried hair.
It was a work weekend up north where we were cleaning, sorting and burning trash.
I probably looked a mess, but honestly? I didn't pay a lot of attention to it.
But, in retrospect we did have a lot of people drop by this weekend to deliver things and several friends who just dropped by for a quick visit.
Now I'm wondering what did I look like all weekend? If my kids are noticing a big enough difference to comment on it I must have been a real mess.
Maybe I need to move a bigger mirror up to the cottage and possibly some mascara and a hair brush too.
Or not. I think I might just be getting too old to worry about it.
So, long live messy! Maybe it'll make my family appreciate me all the more when I do dress up and uh, shower.
As long as they don't copy me – that could get a little um, smelly.