Friday Morning

Yesterday morning I broke an unwritten Keigley household rule.

I turned on the television first thing in the morning.

Let me 'splain.

Because Wilder had eaten breakfast off his normal routine, Kevin had already left for work before I was able to take a shower.

I really wanted a shower.

"Hey guys? Who wants to watch Curious George?"

You might call it poor parenting - I call it buying a half hour of my life.

My aspirations actually reached beyond the cleansing shower. I had just purchased some eyeliner (don't tell Riley!) and I wanted to experiment. While in Virginia Emma had given me brief instructions on applying eye liner. (My mom never taught me how - bless her heart. Just as I have never shown my daughter - bless my heart.)

So I did it. I let my kids watch PBS programming while I spent an entire half hour in the bathroom.

I played with tweezers, glittery powder, hair product (my favorite grooming item) and the new eye liner. In case you are wondering - I could use a few more lessons. I didn't take photos.

I put on earrings, a necklace. I tried to choose an outfit that could even meet the approval of Clinton and Stacy.

No, it was not a special day. Just Friday. Our day's plans included nothing more than eating lunch at home and then taking Magnus (Silver Hammer Rigby) to the lake for a swim. (Him - not us!) Maybe a trip to the grocery store to pick up those bananas . . . and dog food.

I emerged from my half hour, turned off the television and went about the business of living at our house.

After I fed Wilder I burped him.

And then he spit up. All over my great outfit.

I wanted to curse. (You think that's an extreme over reaction? Okay, you may be right.)

But changing shirts altered my carefully groomed hairstyle. And caused my necklace to no longer coordinate.

I guess this snapshot of my sad little existence one ordinary morning really has no point.

I don't think spending half an hour to get ready to go nowhere is actually wrong.

But it did remind me of a verse.

"Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting - but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised."

So I must remember the balance between caring about what people think of me, or of what I think of me, versus what the Lord thinks of me.

And I guess I can't buy that in a bottle on the beauty aisle at Target.