We all have morning rituals that we have come to rely on. When you are a teenager, you are discovering yourself. When you are in your 20s you experiement with different looks. When you are in your 30s you know what works for you. Throw in a baby and all of a sudden, the ritual has changed.
Admittedly, I usually take around an hour to get ready. I take a shower, put on my favorite lotions (daily SPF), condition my hair, blow out my hair and put on my makeup. I have now been thrown for a loop. My hour long,”Make me pretty ritual” has been shortened. So far it varies from 5 minutes to 15 minutes and if I’m lucky 30 minutes. This is tough, especially for a girl who has to blow dry her hair. I have what I like to call “White trash” hair. If I don’t blow it out, my bangs lay flat on my forehead, my hair has no body and looks greasy and has a 1980s perm wave that hasn’t been kept up. You know the look. White trash. If you put me in a trailer park, I’d blend in perfectly.
As an actress I always believed I’d get an Oscar for some dramatic character that lives in a trailer park with her boyfriend and 7 kids. Mainly because my hair is “Method”. (Without powder, I have solidified my Oscar nomination) My skin is rosy and uneven. I know I’m painting a beautiful picture of my self, but its true.
So on days like today, when all I have time to do is brush my teeth and put my hair in a ponytail and throw on some powder and lip gloss. I long for a nanny and a stylist to wake up to everyday.
I guess what I’m saying is… I dream of the days that I will be a Real Housewife of Beverly Hills. I mean seriously, they don’t do anything. Okay, I haven’t watched the show yet, but I’ve heard. Is it okay that I loathe them and want to be them at the same time?