They just can’t stand up to the tough work of diapering little bottoms and scraping day-old oatmeal off of dishes. They weren’t meant to get the stubborn knots out of tiny shoe laces or dig around in the hidden spaces of a mini van to find the toy dropped by a screaming two year-old.
This is the state of my nails two days after a home mani with base and top coats. TWO DAYS!
Sometimes I feel like me and motherhood don’t mix. Like yesterday. The day started off with a moody tween girl whining and grumbling about every single thing and ended with a certain eight year-old getting caught in a big fat lie and a teenager realizing he had totally blown of a major assignment that was due today but mad at me for reminding him. By the end of the day I felt a bit like the two-day old manicure. Chipped to shreds, not looking so good, ready to be removed.
Such frivolity. Such joy. Such fun, this thing called mothering.
I’m sticking with pedicures from now on.
How about you? Do you manicure?
PS. Don’t judge me for neglecting my cuticles.