It's not easy being a mommy. I don't think anyone would tell you so, and if anyone does, they're lying.
You let yourself fall apart after awhile. You're not sure at exactly what point you decided that you'd rather go four days without showering just to get an extra fifteen minutes of sleep, but it happens more than you'd like to admit, and you start to feel slightly inhuman.
So you go to the Clinique counter, you buy some lipstick, you clean off your dresser, and you swear that tomorrow, you're gonna brush your hair, maybe even dress up. Tomorrow you'll start the routines you keep promising yourself.
Black Honey, is all I'm saying. Worked wonders for my spirit.