The Decline

“The Decline” is my hubby’s worst fear. It was our running joke for awhile, but it’s kind of died off now. Uh-oh, does that mean it’s happening? I still shower everyday, put on new chonies, and a little makeup…so, no Decline yet!

His worry is that I’ll totally let myself go, not bothering to shower or even brush my teeth on a daily basis. I don’t know why he’s so concerned though. There’s only been a couple of days since I had the baby that I skipped a shower. I should be the one who’s worried. Some weekends he’s the poster child for The Decline: stinky and unkempt, lounging around in his favorite ratty T-shirt and shorts.

I understand where he’s coming from though. I don’t want to end up like one of those moms who wears crusty sweats all day and doesn’t even bother to brush her hair. The poor souls who end up on makeover shows, forced to watch secret video footage of themselves wearing ill-fitting bras and jeans that give them muffin tops.

My girlfriend said she had a reality check the other day when she realized it had been months since she’d gotten her hair done, her roots a little longer than normal. (She said she looked disgusting, but that’s impossible! She’s the most beautiful Mummy ever!) But she asked me to never let her become one of those women who end up on “What Not to Wear”. Of course she never will, but I understand her anxiety and will tell her if she ever starts to slide into The Decline. I know she’ll do the same for me.

I panic about the days ahead, the days where my daughter will drop her morning nap and I’ll have to get ready while she’s–godforbid–awake! Awake and trying to get into everything she shouldn’t be getting into. It will take me 3 hours just to get ready for the day in between chasing her around. Or I could succumb to the dreaded TV as a babysitter so Mummy can have those precious uninterrupted 15 minutes…

When these days come (as I’m sure they will) and I haven’t showered or even changed into a brand new pair of underwear, if the hubby so much as raises an eyebrow, there will be a whole lot more Declining coming his way!

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12 thoughts on “The Decline

  1. Good luck with that. My husband and me joke about the two versions of me – geek girl, and regular me – both he likes, sweats, t -shirts, messy hair, roots and all… some days I just prefer that extra bit of sleep in the morning. But, I’m always presentable, and get out of the house everyday, but that doesn’t mean I have to put on make up, get my hair done, or even put my contacts in everyday. That’s just me, and my husband loves me (and finds me attractive) either way.

    But, I do look forward to any chances to getting dolled up (haven’t had any for awhile). I used to go out all the time, do my makeup, wear nice clothes… but now, I’m not in mom jeans or jogging pants, but I don’t make it a priority either. But, for a 36 year old, I still get asked for ID everywhere, so it can’t be that bad.

    Funny blog, nice post today, cheers!

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  2. “dreaded TV as a babysitter” – perhaps I’m too lax, but I think of TV more as educator, exploring companion, and bribe. My daughter wakes up quite early. With Sprout or Nick Jr. on, I can get a little more sleep and a shower.

    Enjoyed the post.

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  3. Then you’ll discover the hairdryer game, where you briefly and periodically blow the hairdryer in their faces (much to their delight). This is how I dried my hair for a couple of years. They loved it, and I was able to keep an eye on them.

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    • Good tip! I’ll remember that. She’s been an angel for the past week, taking marathon naps in the morning and letting me get ready without any interruptions. I’m sure it’ll come to an end any day now. : )

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