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Makeup Monday

This post contains affiliate links. Please refer to my disclosure policy for more details.Β  I love makeup. No, let me rephrase that… I LOVE makeup!!! Interestingly this profound love for all things cosmetics didn’t start until last spring (2016) when I was :::gulp::: 43. I’m almost convinced it was a midlife crisis. I mean, it’s not just men that have those, right? Women can have ’em too. Right? Anyway, I’ve calmed down a lot since I became makeup crazed a little more than a year ago. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always liked makeup. I started wearing the stuff when I was 16. I was a teenager in the 1980s so I would go a little cray cray with my eye shadow, eyeliner and lipstick. Can we say turquoise eye shadow, purple eyeliner and fire engine red lipstick? Oh, how I wish I was kidding! Last year I went contour crazy. Not as bad as the Kardashian/Jenner girls, but honestly it wasn’t that far off. That’s not the case nowadays – I will still do the contour, it’s just not as intense as say this time last year. Anyway, every Sunday afternoon I sit at my makeshift makeup table and sift through my VAST collection. I sift and I pick out which palettes, blushes, foundations, bronzers, primers and lip colors I plan to use on my face for the upcoming week. I have SO much, too much even. I’ve been doing my best to hit pan on some of the items I use more frequently and even thin out my collection a bit. I’m more into finding my holy grail products and just sticking with…

50 Ways Moms Can Practice Self Love

My youngest little dude moved up to 6th grade the other night. That’s it. He’s my last little. I no longer have any kids in elementary school. Ugh… I’m getting old! To say I handled myself with grace during said ceremony would earn me a great big, “HA!” Yeah, not me (not ever). I cried like a little bee-yotch during the slide show, but that’s normal mom behavior I think. I did, however, earn myself not one but two, “you need to chill out and relax!” comments. One from my husband and the other from my daughter. I told them to both “f*ck off!” because they don’t know this struggle of mine. And don’t freak out… my daughter is 23 and she and I are like this (I’m crossing my fingers to indicate that we tight). We lovingly curse at each other ALL THE Β TIME. Anyway, this struggle of mine is dealing with the little dude. That doesn’t sound right. He’s not a struggle himself, but everything I have to deal with sometimes, especially when so much gets thrown my way at once, that can feel like a struggle. Let’s just say that since my little guy was diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum back in early 2009 I’ve been like right on the edge. Edge of what? Who knows? Insanity? Maybe. I’ve put myself here and I know that both my husband and daughter are right. I need to chill out. I need to calm down and pull back a bit because, for the most part, he’s got this. He knows what…