I traveled to Europe and Asia and all points in between for work at the drop of a hat.
I wore makeup every day, had lovely Great Lengths hair extensions, went shopping and to dinner with friends at FABU eateries. I had the luxury of working out 2-3 hours a day and felt LAZY if I did not. I could take long, hot soak-y baths alone in my tub. I did theater and spent a lot of time in front of a camera. My nails were always painted and mani/pedi’d. My face was carefully botox’d. I was thin (for me).

This was from the Manila newspaper- Lolita Miripuri and me, at some Boy George party in the Philippines @2007
None of these things applies anymore.
I am digging through the refuse of my house, hair mussed up with graying roots at least 2 inches long… wearing a SCRUNCHIE and grubby running shorts and tee shirt. I have baby spittle or what have you drying on my shoulder. I have Newfoundland dog slobber drying on the back of my shorts and am covered in dog hair. My nails are ragged and unpolished on my hands- my feet have been haphazardly topped up of color by whatever lacquer I find in the 3 minutes I am using the toilet. A quick shower is an incredible luxury. Makeup ditto.
Would I trade this current life (and Maisie) for what I once had?
Nope. No. No way in Hell.
I’m much happier now. I am more relaxed, even if I am far less social. Though I am not happy with how I currently look (who ever IS?), I still feel more satisfaction and content than I’d ever felt before.
If you would have told me 10 yrs ago that I’d be STARTING OVER as a new mother at 45, I would have laughed in your face. I was a different person 10 yrs ago, 5 yrs ago, 20 minutes ago…
When I look over my shoulder at this sleeping child next to me, I know without a doubt that it’s all worth it.
I completely relate! Once upon a time, I dressed in power suits, wore 6-inch heels, had a mani-pedi every week, took great care of my skin, and wore my waist-length hair down and flowing. Now, I’m lucky I can wash that waist-length hair and it’s usually up in clips or braided! I traded power suits for yoga pants, six-inch heels for flip-flops, and skin care for loads of laundry! LOL But, like you, I’ve never been happier or more radiant, because I’m totally in love with my son and wouldn’t trade one second of my time with him for anything.
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I miss 5 and 6 inch heels omg… lost that super power when I was pregnant and my back went out. I NEVER wore flats before this kid- even with my other three kids!
We are living the life, Marlene! LOL!
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