I think my daughter has a sixth sense when it comes to my personal grooming. I could be sitting in the same room with her for two hours and she won’t acknowledge me unless she wants a sippy cup of juice. On the other hand I could attempt to put on lip stick in the next room and the very second I’m about to apply it she will shriek! The same thing happens if I pull out a hair brush, turn on the shower, or moisturize my dry elbows. The moment I enter the arena of self care she goes berserk! It’s almost as if she won’t be satisfied unless I’m unwashed and in dirty sweats. It seems the only time I have for a beauty regime would fall between the hours of midnight and six a.m. That would be fine if I was a Vegas show girl, but for a full time Mom it just doesn’t cut it. For the time being I’ll have to steal those moments when I can. The ten minutes here and there to gloss the lips, comb the lid, and rouge the cheeks.