No matter how hard I try to make myself look "put together", somehow it just always fails. I can put a cute outfit on, cute shoes. My hair did , my makeup perfect and sure as sh-t , there it is. The perfect "little person" hand print on my pants. How about the wonderful booger ring at exactly knee height, just where the baby reaches. Oh, we can't forget the boogers on the shoulder from the crying/whining babies.
No matter what, it's just plain inevitable.
Just
when you thought you have left the house with no marks. You soon find
food in your hair. No matter the age of your kids, they always seem to
GET YOU. I guess these are the sacrifices that I wish someone told me
about before I had kids. "You will never leave the house, EVER AGAIN,
until your kids are grown, without a stain/mark/booger ring , Ever
again". I know what I look like when I leave the house, I can only
imagine what I smell like?