The Glamorous

I've been intending to post here since I created the blog, but alas, its been hard to find the time. I did however find the time to painstakingly select the hole-y aerosmith "aero force one" tshirt and utterly flattering mc hammer pants I am currently "rocking". Life lately basically boils down to feeding my older child ( 2 yrs) managing to get him out of his pjs before the babysitter comes and considers calling cps...nursing the baby ( 2 months) while attempting to multitask something such as washing my face (thank you burts bees facial wipes) fending off the advances of mind numbing children's programming ( to whomever came up with the "fresh beat band", they are neither fresh nor should be considered a band so fuck off.) occasionally stuffing my face, speed make up application and whore's baths, obsessively watching my mirrors so I can go 85 to make up time on my way to school, sliding my timecard in directly before I'll be counted late, and settling in to my seat, flushed with accomplishment, satisfied that I have passed as a normal carefree, pulled together, hip cosmetology student.. Until a classmate points out that there is, again, what appears to be dried spit up on my shoulder.