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?