Like I have it all together.
|Little girl, you are always like this at 7am. I LOVE you.|
Truth. We are up early. It’s Saturday. We have had breakfast. Paisley threw half of it on the floor. Dad is sleeping. Hmm… going outside would be a nice distraction. DAMMIT!-Sprinklers just came on. Okay, maybe a walk. Oh gawd – I’m atrocious. I can’t leave my house like this. Hat. Sunglasses. Sportsbra. Yes. (I have to walk? Can Paisley push me? Maybe she’ll fall asleep and I can go back inside and lay on the couch and drink my coffee?)
I think I’ll wear this all day. Then I’ll look like the mom who totally exercises and gets up early.
It's totally okay to pretend :)
Truth: I don’t want to wash off yesterday’s mascara. Don’t want to brush my hair.