I have been awake since 5:45AM. Someone left the sunroof
open in my car and it rained. There is a pimple the size of Manassas on my lip. The
baby is congested and teething. It feels impossible to get anything cleaned or
organized with a full time job and small children. Our refrigerator is very
small. Daycare costs more than a mortgage in a normal town. I waste too much
money on Starbucks. I am having a bad hair day.
Our new home has a playroom. It takes 14 minutes to get to my office from my driveway. I am paid to make Cibu hair products. People love Fresh Crunch pickles. It is nearly summertime. The bruises on my triceps are from extended side crow. I’ve been blessed with beautiful children, a very cute dog and an excellent cook for a husband. Everything is funny. The peonies are blooming. Life is full of creative opportunity.
Which of version of my story is more interesting? Which version of your story do you tell each day?
Today’s outfit is so much more put together than warranted for my level of fatigue. Why? Because last night I said eff it, let the baby cry a little in her crib and ruthlessly edited my summer capsule down to 33 items, exactly. More on that story later.
Outfit Details: Chloe Havana sunglasses (2014); J.Crew white button down shirt (2012); Hermes scarf as belt (2009); J.Crew #2 Pencil Skirt (2012); Brian Atwood nude peep toes (2008); Coach Legacy tassel cross body (2012); Fake ass Hermes cuff from Party City (2014)