In the morning, putting it on is approximately 30 minutes. For me, it takes that long. Damned pencils seem to want to mark all over the place but where I want it. I have a steady-hand (I would have make an excellent surgeon), but absolutely missing make-up sense.
I was thinking that if it takes me 45 minutes on average to put on make-up, and let's say that I only put it on weekdays, which is still 45 minutes times 5 which is like 225 minutes a week, or 3.75 hours a week. In a year is 52 weeks, so it's 195 hours of make-up time. Over at Adventures in Babywearing Stephanie posted her make-up-less self. So, here's my more flattering make-up-less face. The picture on my header? No make-up either.
As you can see, this is already late in the day. I don't think I have even washed my face that day yet. Some days are so busy, I gotta hit the ground running or my schedule will drag me. I have a little routine. Wake up, do my morning ablutions which had better include my face or it's not going to get done until bedtime.With 195 hours I save forgoing make-up, I can catch up on my favorite authors, experiment reading books I would never condescend to hold when I was younger like Lincoln and His Generals by T. Harry Williams. I would have missed how nice this book is. This book flows so I forget I am reading history book when I could read instead a romance book. With 195 hours a year, I can spend it holding my children instead because they are growing very fast, and pretty soon, even if I want to, it's going to be hard to carry them in my arms.
I am not saying wearing make-up is bad. I am just lazy about it, and after looking at the numbers, I don't feel so bad passing it up. Some days, I do put on make-up. I am not a complete slob. But it surely is rare indeed.
This is my darling son, (DS3). It was late afternoon, he missed his nap, and this is what happens. Every one of my children have moments like this, but it's so rare, I think I only have one for each. DS4 is too young to have one, but I am sure he'll have one.
Roses are usually not rare. But when you're a 
The Stone Hawk program has many important features.
Things I have discovered about the joy of home ownership. Where a sane person can gets a little whiny.
DS2 suddenly noticed that Lola (his grandma) is not around. 
towel with orange scented floor cleaner. He used the towel to clean the window.
piling up. I collected them all for washing. That's when I found out that my washing machine won't work. Dead as a doornail. *sob*
together talk and exercise. We were done after two hours.
Last Friday, we heard the emergency alarm system blaring a warning. I was so out of touch with news and event; I didn't know what the warning was about. It was for Tornado. My kids were just finishing piano lessons, but I didn't have to worry about their piano teacher. She's safe in minutes from leaving my house. Her next student lives nearby.
em up. By the time we were walking back to my house, hails the sizes of little marbles were raining from the sky. We made it inside sans bruises. There wasn't that many hail because after a few minutes it stopped.
personal favorite star walking towards you, looking like he's about to axe you.
appetizer. It was only lemonade but we opt to sit in a bar. There were TV screens all over, and we had our attention divided between PGA and kickboxing. I didn't know it was kickboxing. The last boxing I know where the ones with Mohammed Ali, so I was complaining why they were kicking each other. Lucky for us, our very cute, earrings-on-both-ears-server knew about the sport and explains it to me. I would have been embarrassed if I wasn't so occupied trying to figure out what the numbers on Golf score meant.
I like to crochet. I can listen to a books on tape and crochet at the same time...or while watching TV. This afghan I made for my sister.
I took up knitting when I was pregnant with DS4. I learned it from a book. I even joined a dishcloth ring and made three dishcloth. I sent mine to Australia, and I got three from East Texas. It was lots of fun.
Have you ever had days where you only get through dinner to reach desserts? I do. In fact, when we go out for lunch or dinner at someone's house, I always look forward to dessert because they're almost always fancy. When you're an Orthodox Jew at some point, you know what I mean about really nice dinner on Shabbos.
