just so you know

better

in

i fell asleep last night with all my clothes on. (bra and makeup included).

i guess i was tired.

today is one of those days that i can't imagine ending: too much work, no time for self.

my room is a disaster.
(i can chalk that up to an april 15 move date, yes?).

i'm attempting at 8:25 am (now) to make food and pack for a day out and about.

oh goodness, let it be saturday.

let me be freshly showered and laundered and brushed and scrubbed.

let me have replied to all messages and emails and phone calls and comments.

let me be better at this.

all of this.

tomorrow.


et tu, bridget?

in


sometimes i think all i want--all i really want--at the end of the day:


the complete box set of frasier.

but then i flash on the scene in bridget jones' where our heroine, spending new year's alone, realizes she needs to make some changes in her life, and i see the telly in the background playing none other than my most beloved tv sitcom.

and i think,

okay, enough.

awareness can precede change.

in



i have seen my fashion future as a mother.
and it does not look good.

this week i'm babysitting full time.
so i woke this morning at 7. put on some faded grey gap pants, a $5 yankee championship t, and my burgundy danskos (which are always on stacey and clinton's what NOT to wear list), and NO MAKEUP.

okay, okay, so in the interest of full disclosure, i wear the pants a lot, but not usually with such a disheartening ensemble.

in her memoir, happens every day, isabelle gillies talks about being the mom in practical clothes who loses her husband to the woman in marc jacobs.

so if i know this is the direction i will lean. and i don't yet have a husband. perhaps there is still time for me to nip this in the bud.

right?!