High-Maintenance



I have a confession to make.  I have not wanted to admit it or even talk about it.  Denial is the best word I can come up with for this situation.  For years I've been making excuses and trying to talk myself out of what I have become.  Yes, it's time to admit...............................I am high maintenance. 

To be honest, I never thought of myself as "one of those girls".  I don't wear a lot of makeup and am definitely happiest when I'm snuggled on the couch in my sweats.  And then I had a conversation...

Julia (one of my besties):  Lisa, do you put on makeup everyday?
Me:  Ummmm...a little.  I mean, I definitely curl my lashes everyday.  And I put on a little mascara.  I won't go out of the house without blush on....or filling in my eyebrows.  While we're on the subject, I feel naked without at least a touch of pink gloss on my lips.  OK, and a dab of liner underneath my eyes, just to make it look like I got 9 hours of sleep.  But that's all.  Nothing more, really.  Oh, and I do love my strobe cream...I definitely would NOT be seen without that on. 
Julia:  Oh.  OK.  I see.  (At this point, she was trying to make me feel better...like I wasn't high-maintenance...like I haven't been living in denial)

I have had 3 c-sections.  "NO makeup," they tell me before surgery.  Oh, sure....no problem....hoping they don't notice that I really have a full face of makeup on but I've tried to make it look like I really am not wearing any. 

And another confession.  I often put on makeup AFTER I've showered but before my husband comes home.  I don't want him thinking I'm just a raggedy old housewife, do I?

Oh, and those of you that are rolling their eyes....you're probably sitting there without curled eyelashes.  And you know what?  I envy you.