Tuesday Morning

Every Tuesday schedule goes something like this:

4:30 am  Child #2 wakes up and starts to whimper in her crib

5:00 am  No longer able to ignore her, I pick her up and feed her, hoping she'll go back to sleep

5:30 am  Child #2 is happily playing on the floor, while I'm passed out, also on the floor

6:00 am  Child #1 wakes up, full of life and energy

6-7:00 am  Change diaper, visit the potty, change clothes, and entertain

7:00 am  Feed breakfast

8:00 am Frantically pick up toys and organize before the cleaners arrive

9:00  am  Arrive at women's bible study fellowship

9:10 am  Plead, threaten, and bribe Child #1 to go to the children's class

9 - 11 am  Mingle, socialize, and get into group discussion with the women at the bible study.  Try to make intelligent conversations, and try NOT to make a grocery list while listening to others talk

11:10 am  Pick up Child #1 from children's class.  One of his classmates comes to greet me as well, then stares at me strangely.  Whatever, kids stare.  Not a big deal

11:30  am  Rush home to nurse Child #2

12- 1 pm  Prep and feed Child #1

1:00 pm Child #2 goes down for a nap

1:30 pm  Clean up, briefly check emails

2:00 pm Child #1 goes down for a nap

2:05 pm  Finally having a moment to myself, I arrive at my bathroom to brush teeth.  Did I brush teeth this morning?  Couldn't remember.  Actually, did I even wash my face?  Wasn't sure.  WORD!!  What's that on my face?*@!  I had a pillow mark going from the top of my left cheek to the middle of my forehead!  My face was indented with this menacing pillow mark, making me look like a disheveled Captain Hook, and I had no idea all day!  I didn't think I slept long enough to even have a pillow mark.  It was past 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and I still had the mark like a permanent scar!

That night, I made sure I cleansed, rinsed, hydrated, and moisturized my face.  I guess beauty is fleeting but pillow marks and wrinkles are here to stay.

Sigh...