Cosmetics (Photo credit: My Sight, as You See.)
I’m a working mom.
Go ahead. Process that. Read it again. Roll it around in your brain for a moment. Feel it on your tongue and say it out loud.
“Jessica is a working mom.”
On Tuesday, I started working. After almost ten years out of the public work force, I’m getting up in the morning to shower for a job, getting in my car to travel to a job, walking into an office to a job, and sitting down at a computer to do actual work next to a phone for which I’ll actually get paid. The best part? I get mom hours. They’re part time which is perfect, so I work only when the girls are in school and I’m home when they’re home. For all they know I’m home all day eating bon bons and watching soap operas and buying useless shit off of the internet. It’s perfect for the girls and it’s perfect for my chronic pain and other concerns associated with my Fibromyalgia. The job is being assessed right now, which will lead to a future permanent job when the assessment is done.
It’s working out so well so far. They’re already impressed with my computer skills, writing skills, documentation skills, and phone skills. They’re impressed that I haven’t lied on my resume. That made me laugh when my job coach told me that. I guess I didn’t think people really lie in real life on their resumes and that it was just a silly plot line on sitcoms.
It feels good to be back. I was really nervous, and I still am… it’s all of the unknowns that make me nervous. When I was working before there were never really any unknowns because I didn’t have children at the time and I’d been through it all. I had every scenario covered and could anticipate pretty much anything. Then I had almost two years where my wonderful mother-in-law watched my first daughter so I could work part time before my second daughter was born, and I’ve been home since then. Now I have my three girls, and while I can go with the flow as a stay-at-home mom in spite of the ever-changing chaos, I’m nervous about how that will translate with me working.
As long as it involves coffee I think I’ll be good. I haven’t had to show my morning face to too many people, so I have to work on my Chipper Morning Mood a little. I also need to become more practiced with make-up again. With the exception of special occasions and Girls’ Nights Out, I didn’t really whip out the make-up too often.
OH MY GOSH and that reminds me that the girls? Yeah, they’re in so much trouble. You know how you build up your perfect make-up case of shadows and blushes and powders and liners over the years? You only replace what you need to replace on occasion so that you only have to spend a few dollars here and there and it’s not noticeable. Over the summer the girls gave each other secret make-overs. But not just that… they destroyed the make-up while they were at it, used it up, and threw away the evidence. The little bits that they left were weird odds and ends or unusable crumbs. I had to replace my basic make-up… thankfully I still have a lip gloss and eye shadow that I had hidden somewhere so I didn’t have to replace those colors… but just the simple basics were ALL replaced. I hope I NEVER EVER EVER have to do that again.
- cover up
- eye liner
- eye shadow
- lip color
- plus I was out of face wash, shampoo, conditioner, and hair spray
Not only that, but the brand I used to use… the one the girls destroyed anyway… was drying my face out. So since I did have the chance I switched brands to the brand I use for my hair now (L’Oreal… the shampoo/conditioner is Ever Creme for dry to very dry and it’s AMAZING). I tested it out since I’m not sure on their shades, but wow… lovely, soft, light-weight, and feels good. Maybe I should thank the girls, but holy Moses it’s better buying single items at a time. That said, I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and briiiiigt!
I do realize I sound like a princess right now, since most times make-up is a want versus a need. However, it’s still true that in today’s world to be taken seriously in the work force women are expected to present themselves a certain way and very often that “way” includes make-up. I’ll also admit that I feel better about myself and more confident in make-up… it also puts me in that more formal mode that work requires. Plus with the type of work I’m doing and will be doing, the people I work with all wear make-up. It’s an unspoken expectation. I felt so out of place being dressed appropriately but having a naked face with uneven skin tone and dark circles under my eyes. I felt like a mom playing at working.
I know that a lot of this is internal and I’m projecting, so I’ll be working on that. But I have all the time in the world now. Especially with getting paid!
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