My self-esteem took a small battering last night from the men in my household. (Keep in mind, I've been without Kaitlyn, and alone with these testosterone-laden beings for nigh unto 2 weeks now). When Todd got home I was wearing work-out pants (not sweats!) and a shirt, but I was freezing, as the temps have been deliciously lower during the day, but a bit chilly for me as we got into the evening. We were getting ready to head out to small group, and I knew it was only going to be us and one other couple who we've been very close friends with for many years, (and they've certainly seen me looking worse than I did), so I wasn't going to bother changing. In fact, on the way out the door I grabbed my cozy belted sweater, thinking I would be just so cozy in my comfy clothes. Then I came out of the bedroom, and Todd took one look at me and said "Are you going to wear that???" A bit indignant I replied, "Well, I was..." To which he answered "It's just that...well, you look like someone who's completely given up on life." NICE!! Obviously, I went and changed (well, just lost the big sweater and and donned instead a zip-up hoody...more in keeping with the rest of my clothes I guess).
After just reeling from that blow, I got in the car and Luke (who is only 3, mind you) gently says:
I turned to face him, "Yes, Lukey?"
"Are you wearing any makeup?"
GEEZ!! (No, I wasn't wearing any make up; can't a body just be herself anymore???) I said to Todd, "Man, you guys are brutal!" He laughed and said (I suppose his way of trying to recover by giving a compliment) "Well, it's just that you've set such a high standard for us!"