What Makeup Means

Yes, postings have come less frequently over the past two weeks. This is not for my lack of trying. What happens is this: Biscuit is at school, Hubby is out in his office, and the Beans fall asleep. I take the opportunity to shower and try to tidy up the house, make the beds, grab a bite to eat or another cup of coffee, stuff like that. Then I grab the computer and begin a new post. Then a Bean wakes up. I put down the computer, get to her, pop a binkie in her mouth and hold my breath. Sometimes she goes back to sleep. Sometimes not. Thus, sometimes I can post and other times, alas, I cannot. Sigh.

But today, I'm getting a babysitter. I took a shower early in the morning before taking Biscuit to school at the ungodly hour of 7:30 am, and I am wearing makeup. Did you catch that? MAKEUP! WOWZERS!!! Yes, it's the first day this year that I've even put on makeup. What's the occasion? I'm glad you asked. No, it isn't my birthday. Nope, it isn't our anniversary. No, I didn't win the lottery and I'm not accepting a prize for literary excellence in front of a mass of people. I'm not going out to lunch. I'm not going out to see a friend. I'm not going out shopping or getting my hair done or engaging in a public speaking event. I'm not going on a job interview. I'm not going to a party or popping into my old office to show off the girls or anything even remotely like that.

I'm going to a routine doctor's appointment and then to the bank to deposit a check. That's it. That's my big day. I'll be out for about ninety minutes and when I get home, that'll be all. My best friend in the world is coming over to handle the Beans and I get to leave the house in my cute clothes with my hair mostly done and makeup on my face and feel like a functioning member of society for an hour and a half. I can't believe how excited I am. It's almost a little sad, really.

This is one of those things that people who don't have twins rarely understand. I'm not complaining. I'd rather be Biscuit and the Beans' mom than anything else in the world. It's the most fun I've ever had. But anytime we go anywhere it's a huge production just to get out the door, and then the kids make such a splash with everyone who sees them that it takes twice as long to get anything done as it would take if I were flying solo.

I'm going to be a grown-up today for a few minutes. I hope I remember how. And now both Beans stir. Back to Mommyland until my brief respite!