Anyway, before I forget what I was going to write about, let me get down to business. I am not going to lie- today's post is going to have nothing to do with Makeup or beauty. But, I hope it will serve as a public service announcement on why having kids can age you...
This is going to be a long, meandering story- I hope you can keep up!
So, lately, we've been having a little ANT issue. It's beyond disturbing. They are the tiny, harmless ants, but they still skeeve me out. Being that I have two small children who, as small children do, make lot's of organic messes, ants seem to feel right at home here. No matter if I sweep and vacuum 3 times a day or not. They just seem to like us. I also blame it on our 100 year old house, but that's another story for another time.
We have been using these liquid ant traps and they've worked, but, still, the Ants prevail. So, I heard on the radio the other morning that CINNAMON can ward of ants. If you sprinkle a little bit of cinnamon on the floor the ants will not cross it. So, being that I just bought a BJ's sized container of Cinnamon, I thought I'd give it a try. I sprinkled a little bit in the high-traffic ant areas and JOILA! It worked! Perfect!
I will come back to this in a minute. Now, the past few days I have been going to the gym since I am trying to get my tush in shape for 2 5k Runs I am doing at the end of the month. When we came home from the gym, I had managed, I thought, to get both of my kids to sleep. I was brazen enough to shower while they slept sweetly. While in the shower, my 3 year old son crept downstairs and decided to save us from the aforementioned ants. And when I say "the ants" I mean each and every ant that ever walked the face of the earth- every ant in the tri-state area, every ant and its' mother...Ok, you follow me....As I stepped out of my relaxing, hot, steamy shower- I was greeted (I mean knocked over!) by the scent of Cinammon and then I heard little scampering feet. My senses told me that trouble was a'brewing. I took a deep breath (mmm, Cinnamon!) and slowly went downstairs to find the entire dining room floor covered in red-brown powder...my sons feet and hands were also covered in red-brown powder...and something that should smell warm, inviting, and nostalgic quickly became sickening! I'll spare you the psycho mom, cleaning with a vengeance details and skip ahead to today...
I had my sweet, innocent (but full of naughty potential, I am sure) 1 year old sleeping soundly. I managed to get the 3 year old sleeping again, too. I settled in to do some work, pay some bills, get some laundry and other housework done, when, who comes slinking downstairs hiding his face? You guessed it! And why the hidden face? Oh, only because he had painted his face with lipgloss and lip liner and eyeliner, and whatever else he found in my makeup kit that I use for WORK! But, it wasn't enough fun to put all of this on his face...it had to be smeared on my bed, too.
Did I mention that this could be a great public service announcement about kids and the way they age you? Maybe I should also add how they: destroy your home and the things in it, eat all of your food, dirty every possible article of clothing you will put on their first 10 years of life, create science experiments out of every room in the house, clog your toilet, dig in your flower pots, break the heels off of your favorite stilettos while playing "dress-up", deprive you of sleep, patience, cleanliness, personal time, and adult snacks, music, and movies, and so many more?!?! Ok, now that I covered all of that....I guess I should mention one more thing: How they will inevitably find a way to melt your heart in just the right moment and make you see that none of those things mattered anyway. That the reward is not in those things- it's in the prideful moments like when they offer to share a snack with a stranger or they hold the door for a mom who's struggling with her arms full of babies, or they wave at that elderly person in the grocery store and you're happy because you know that YOUR kid made them smile!
While writing this, I was offered a "cup of coffee" for "while I work" and I was protected from more ants (only with an empty container of cinnamon this time!). My 3 year old can absolutely cause some gray hairs and fine lines, but, I wouldn't trade my life with my kids for a younger looking face or body ever. Every bit of stress has been worth it!
Hope you enjoyed reading this=) Back to beauty (HOPEFULLY!) tomorrow!
Be Well:) Nicole
Here's the little rascal being sweet and cute and ooeygooey! <3
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