The biggest thing on my mind, at the moment, is when did all these unwelcome little lines and wrinkles make their appearance on my face? It’s like one day I woke up and wham – there they were…my new little buddies.
I’m a good person, I believe in positive karma and all that happy, uplifting stuff, so what gives? I know, I know, I shouldn’t focus on external beauty, blah, blah, blah. Yeah right, tell it to someone else. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to curl up under a rock and call it a day or anything like that, but still, I’m going on the record to say, “Go away little wrinkly, crinkly buddies.”
Lately, I’ve become keenly aware of all the wonderful (according to all the manufacturers) face creams on the market. In college, I used to roll out of bed, brush my teeth and show up for breakfast. Now I wake up and slather on a couple of extremely overpriced creams that promise to make my face as smooth as buttah!
So far, not so much.
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