Yeah, But Do I Have to Look Like One?

I had my haircut last night. It's an okay cut, but not as precise as D used to do it.

I have an important meeting this afternoon. I am about to go drop S off with her daddy. I dressed in my best imporant meeting clothes, blew dry my hair, just a touch of mascara, and looked in the mirror.

And became totally deflated.

I know that I am, in fact, an almost 40 suburban mother of three.

But do I have to look like one?

Sigh.