As you may have noticed, I was MIA last week.
Huff the Babe was puking her poor little guts up early last week and then she decided to share her sickness with Mommy and Daddy. Needless to say Huff the Hubs and I were down for the count Wednesday and therefore did not fully enjoying a day full of pigging out and lounging in front of the TV.
But, we’re all well now and hopefully tummy bugs and all other sicknesses will stay far away until well after the holidays.
Being a mom has taught me many things: how to love, how to have more patience, and all that other sweet/mushy stuff. But something else that motherhood has taught me is that you start to give a lot less care about things you once held dear.
I never really was much of a “manicure” girl, but there for a hot minute I got really into nail art. Every few days I would try something new I found on Pinterest. And, not to brag, but I think I got pretty good:
Now, however, if my nails ever get painted, they look good for about a day. And then, for the next month they look like this:
So not only do I have the nails of a third grade girl, but I have the hands of a 60-year old steel mill worker. My knuckles are cracked and dry (and sometimes bleed) because I wash my hands so much (because, germs) and thus, my skin no longer has that baby-like softness that my sweet little Gryffindor has.
I try to keep my nails trimmed (because they just get in the way when you’re trying to change a diaper or play pat-a-cake; poor Huff the Babe has been scratched too many times to count) but I don’t really paint them all that often anymore. I mean, if we’re doing family pictures or we’re going to a fancy-schmancy event (which hardly ever happens) I’ll throw some fast-dry NYC nail color on, but that’s about it.
To be honest, I don’t really mind that my nails all too often look janky. I do miss having the time (and energy) to try out new nail art, but my free time is much better spent nowadays watching Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood or rocking a baby back to sleep after she’s woken up (for the third time). Besides, I’d rather get a pedicure than do my own nails ANY DAY!
What about you? Do you do your nails often? How do you keep your hands from looking like the Sahara? I seriously need all the help I can get.