Mama is doing what she can to center herself for today’s meeting. A friend offered to meet me for coffee afterwards. This is a friend who doesn’t know the full extent/live the nitty gritty details of having a child who isn’t neurotypical, but I’m glad for the support, and am taking her up on the offer.
In trying to prepare myself, I actually dug through all my junk looking for makeup. Now, Mama isn’t a a makeup wearing gal. I think the last time I bought any was 6 years ago, and when we moved into this place in the fall I threw away the bulk of it–some of those tubes of lipstick were older than my oldest child. 
So this morning I found an old mascara, eyeliner, and lipgloss in a forgotten handbag; broke out the coconut oil and did my best to tame my hair. Does any of it matter? Not really. But there’s something about the ritual, a feeling of putting on armor. Probably why I don’t generally bother with any of it. ;)
Of course, it’s raining now, so Mama’s hair will be its usual 4 foot circumference of frizz by the time I get to the meeting. Wonder how many years waterproof mascara retains its waterproofing?
Torch Coral, Coral Beauty Angel (She Who Has No Name), and Giddy, the cleaner shrimp
Mystery hitchhiker coral and edge of blue mushroom
