tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76102774057081083072011-11-28T17:49:15.370-08:00One mother's adventure to wipe away the sweat, milk splatters and cracker crumbs from herself and remember what it's like to be a sexy woman.Shawnnoreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610277405708108307.post-66211197356690240662008-04-03T10:11:00.000-07:002008-04-03T10:16:49.080-07:00

So, in an e-mail recently, one of you said you hadn't had a haircut in 8 months. I had you beat. It had been 12 months for me when I walked into the salon, embarrassed beyond belief, last week.It had been so long I nearly forgot what the experience would be like. I wanted something different so she made it shorter. Then, when almost finished, I suggested bangs. She seemed worried, but she did it

Shawnnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610277405708108307.post-63077568447345919442008-03-16T18:11:00.000-07:002008-03-16T18:17:30.008-07:00

March really does stink, doesn't it?I've been waiting anxiously for some warm days, to start walking again and IT JUST WON'T GET HERE!Finding time to work out has been challenging to say the least. Working during naps, and taking care of the house and the kids and the Husband doesn't leave much time left for building up the heart rate or making myself sweat. Unless it's chasing after my two 2-

Shawnnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610277405708108307.post-66320566995255981522008-03-06T10:32:00.000-08:002008-03-06T10:35:45.803-08:00

Like everything, I go in stages with feeling good about myself. There was a couple of weeks lately that serious threw me for a loop. I wasn't sure about anything or anyone, including my husband. I let my mind go out of control, I guess.I'm typically pretty confident -- at least, on the outside. I haven't been doing that One Thing I talked about either. Well, I was, but it slipped away.Perhaps

Shawnnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610277405708108307.post-54637972581977421632008-02-07T17:45:00.000-08:002008-02-07T17:50:59.243-08:00

I'm dreaming instead of working.Dreaming of a smooth, candlelit bath. Lavender, lilacs and citrus waft under my nose.Bubbles.Bubbles everywhere.Soft music is playing; if there are words I do not hear them.Stress floats on top of the water. The day's small matters drift away on bubble after bubble.I am lighter than air. Softer than a rose petal. More free than a bird.

Shawnnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610277405708108307.post-91763238189322816272008-02-04T07:46:00.000-08:002008-02-04T08:00:39.764-08:00

If I could put into words what a perfect weekend, these days, means to me it was this past weekend.There was little to no crying (from any of us) and so that automatically makes it a good weekend.But, there was a lot of me time mixed in to what was another ordinary weekend at home. The girls went to bed for their father only three nights in a row. I wasn't needed. I'm a little sad about that, but

Shawnnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610277405708108307.post-37396335858444595292008-01-30T03:57:00.000-08:002008-01-30T04:11:53.029-08:00

Every day I think I should eat better.I should work out.I should get out of the house even if it is raining or snowing.I should put on makeup.I should give myself a pedicure.I need a hair cut.I wish I put lotion on every day.My hands are dry.Shoulda, woulda, coulda ... no more!Life is what it is. My schedule is crazy and the weather is awful. I'll take what I can get, which is not much at all.

Shawnnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610277405708108307.post-71051986008902160982007-10-26T10:50:00.000-07:002007-10-26T10:59:49.920-07:00

Frumpy to Fabulous?Not yet. Not even close. But, Lipsticks to Crayons wants to hear frumpy mom stories. This is not so much a story, but a fact. I own frumpy. I live it. I weep it. Despite all of my efforts to A.) shower each day B.) scrunch my naturally curly hair C.) Practice yoga at least weeklyWhat's a frumpy girl to do? I'm the last girl on the planet to give advice. My clothes are always

Shawnnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610277405708108307.post-16548806373185776902007-09-17T02:37:00.000-07:002007-09-17T02:59:31.196-07:00

Amidst temper tantrums and other stubborn toddler behaviors, I eagerly signed up for a yoga class. It runs Saturday mornings for two months. This is not my typical get-away-from-the-house routine. This is serious. This is, factoring in time in the car to and from and time in the little new age bookstore in the same building, two hours of me time -- all while the girls are awake. Dear Husband is

Shawnnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610277405708108307.post-73411201395526604442007-08-06T05:53:00.000-07:002007-08-06T06:04:20.972-07:00

I admit, I got sidetracked. It happens to you, doesn't it? A glitch of any sort can throw you off, leave you spiraling in Frumpville. My excuse is cleaning and preparing to sell the house, having it listed, and then keeping it clean for showings, of which we've had only two in the week it has been on the market. But, now that things are calm, so am I, for the most part.I brought the sexy back

Shawnnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610277405708108307.post-61472809667610971102007-07-18T07:02:00.000-07:002007-07-18T07:05:14.199-07:00

There's something to be said about getting up a half hour early, before the babies, and showering AND shaving. There's something to be said about putting a little extra mousse in your hair and scrunching the curls a little tighter. Already I feel better. Already I see progress with how much work I'm getting done today. Already, I'm feeling more creative. Go ahead, share your Mama Sexy Moment for

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