Welcome to the Island of Misfit Toys....I am Lipstick, your Tour Guide

It's odd really how the little incongruities of life can blister your soul.

Perhaps if there had been more writing then there would have been less blistering.

I'll have to remember that the next time around...

I'm sure there will be a next time. There always is.

I haven't endured a major crisis or even the sort of the life-changing event that would cause everyone to nod his or her head in empathy and say, "oh, dear...you poor thing." Nevertheless I think I've cried everyday this past week.

It seems that I am a bit of a rarity at JBB's school because I have a career (or at least one that is not in suspended animation "while my children are little"). I can't give up my career (remember that Mr. Lipstick is in law school so everyone requires tuition except the cat and me) and I don't want to...except when I do.

JBB cried when he had to miss an event at 4:00. I cried too. I was sad because my child was sad, but mostly the tears spewed from my eyes because I still haven't reconciled...ME.

Like I said, this is not a crisis of epic proportions. It did, however, bring to the surface every other possible insecurity lurking in the corners of my psyche. Thank goodness Dr. Mommy Lipstick answers urgent pages for phone therapy. Oh yeah, and I wish they lived here in Lipstick-ville. Boo hoo hoo, sniff sniff...more therapy needed.

So I trudged through the week with a rare migraine, the worst hair days imaginable, and downright awful outfits. Would you believe one day I FORGOT to put on blush?

Like I said, this is not a crisis of epic proportions, but I did have to use lip liner and smooth it on my cheeks. Finally I gave up and thought, well...hell. That's just how this week is. But, damn it, I was wearing lipstick. All day, every day. I was a hot mess though. No lie.

I love that colloquialism "hot mess." I think it is funny. It makes me smile, and I will use that very impotent segue to introduce something else that makes me smile...
The Pottery!

My cupcake.

JBB's Colts helmet (which was oddly hard to photograph).

The Birthday Girl's cats (for which I thought she demonstrated remarkable artistic ability in a sort of abstract-ish sense. Possibly I have mother's eyes, but whatever.)

And finally, presenting Mr. Lipstick's creation...

It is a coffee mug which includes explicit instructions (for me) to make the perfect cup of coffee for him. Before he actually painted this he asked me if I found this offensive or condescending. I thought it was absolutely hilarious. He was so shocked that he kept adding adjectives like demeaning and pejorative and chauvinistic. Honestly, I laughed so hard that I almost peed and as it turns out, that was something that I truly coveted this past week.

Sorry I've been MIA. I think I'm back.