I have to confess. I really did intend to look like this the entire week my husband was home…
Well, okay….Much more ghostlier skin, bigger forehead, shorter hair, more freckles…But, you know, all glammed up and, well, pretty!
After all, when my hubs was gone for 3+ weeks, I wanted him to come home and go, “Wow! I missed Y-O-U! Stunning Y-O-U!” And follow it with a “Roar!” You know all manly pursuit-like.
He did say, “Wow!”
I’m figuring his “Wow” was probably about the unwashed children and the unkempt house…
Now, mind you, my mom did come while he was gone and do an extreme home “clean”over. She is an angel.
And, to be fair, in my rationale of “keeping a messy house messy”, I figured his suitcases would fill up our tiny farmhouse and then the laundry would take up the rest of the room, so maybe he wouldn’t “notice” the layer of grime, the piles of clothes, the floor in desperate need of a good hoover, or the dishes stacked in the sink…???
Back to his “Wow!” He followed it by saying, “…The house looks great!”
What a liar. I guess I can really learn to appreciate such spoken untruths.
Confessional Sunday again—sometimes I think lying IS the right thing to do. Especially when it means flattering me 😉
And, yes, while he was home for 6 days and 8 hours, we did manage to “Catch a Date” (see here: http://wp.me/p3Bh9m-ih).
But, since we’re on confession time, I gotta admit. The only reason I had my hair or makeup done that day is because I was the guest speaker at a MOPS meeting (Had a blast, btw…spoke on this: http://wp.me/p3Bh9m-hX). The date, however, was spontaneous and totally something neither of us had time for since he was leaving within another 3 days and 8 hours again (for a month this time). Yet we did enjoy our spontaneity and the bonus was that I was looking all delish for my hottie!
For the most part, however, my husband had to endure me like this for the majority of the week…
All hoarder and very un-Gisele looking, eh?!
Yes, this is the UPS picture from Facebook—but it is a rather typical depiction of my every day life. Lol?
Man! Even at the airport, this is how I sent him off.
Now, mind you, the redness and puffy eyes come from having to say goodbye to my baby girl…That’ll get any mommy puffy and red!
If I may, however, continue to confess, I must say that I have a good man at my side.
And, if you are probably being honest, you’re thinking, “What in the world does that man see in that…woman?!”
Sometimes even I don’t know…I guess I make great babies for him 😉
Or maybe it’s my spunk.
Definitely has something to do with my spirit.
In any case—I hope one day—about a year from now when Josephine has joined us outside of the belly and we’ve gotten past her non-sleeping days…I hope that is when I’ll return to Richie’s Babe!
In the meantime, perhaps I should just put pretty pics of me all around the house to remind him that “This too shall pass.”
This phase of the very unglamorous, very un-Gisele phase of me…will pass.
It will pass, right?
Confessional Sunday: I hope so. But. I don’t know.
In the meantime, I love you, Richie! Thanks for currently looking good for the both of us!
Xo, Your B
P.S. Yes, that’s me in the sweats and tank top. No. I have not showered yet today. Yes. I know that Max took a nap. But I sat on my bottom when he did that. Oh, and ate.
P.P.S. Thanks for not judging me.
3 thoughts on “Confessional Sunday: I am not Gisele Bundchen. Say what?!”
Brooke, I am pretty sure that Tom gives GB a nanny and a housekeeper to help her look that way! But I will take you and Rich and your love for Christ any day over the other couple! Praying for you while they are away! And for them too obviously! Pat
what? she doesn’t naturally look that way?! impossible! okay—totally possible. i have a housekeeper and a nanny. his name is rich. he just keeps running to africa on me. and poland. and moldova. and now norway too. perhaps he should be fired? haha! hugs and thanks for the prayers! xo b
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