Naked Faced

Since I first got pregnant with Sophie, putting on make-up has been a pain in my rear.

For the past 5 years I have had a love-hate relationship with cosmetics.

Being as I am now a mega hippie, it makes sense that I wouldn't bother with make-up right?

RIGHT!

That crap is expensive anways.

This past spring, I decided that I would no longer bother with foundation, powder, consealer, etc.

Screw society and their definition of beauty.

The only makeup I would bother with is earthy eyeshadow and liner.

 Occasionally I'll throw in some red lipstick on the days that I feel saucy.

The end result:

I feel so much prettier than I ever did with a bunch of crap caked on my face.

Also so that you get the full effect, that picture is with my hair air dried and fluffy.

Even better?

I am teaching by example.

I want my girls to know that they don't need to buy products to feel beautiful.

Natural beauty is far better.

I want them to see just how beautiful they were made.

Before I end the post, I do not in any way look down on ladies who choose to wear makeup.

To each their own. :)

Updates on Life

I haven't posted much.

I have been on a bit of a crazy streak.

I didn't want to scare off all of our family and friends with my insane rambling.

Here are a few updates on us.

Mya has a billion teeth.

Daddy is her favorite person in the world.

All day she wanders around the house muttering "daddy?"

She discovered that not only she, but mommy, daddy, and Sophie all have butts. 

(disclaimer: you may be fondled by my toddler if you visit us anytime soon)

Sophie is as awesome as she usually is.

She enjoys doing everyone's makeup.

She is my awesome little helper.

Her favorite game to play is "family."

 Denny is my giant hairy ball of stress.

The poor thing.

He continues to do all he can to make our little family happy.

How the girls and I love him.

I have joined a soccer team. We are the Bee's Knees. We are awesome.

I started applying for evening/weekend jobs so that I can save for us to move.

I continue to be crazy cakes.

We just take one day at a time.

We try not to worry about messes, and instead focus on making memories.

And that's about it.

Crazy Cakes

You know what's fun about being bipolar, poor, and having crappy insurance?

Nothing.

 

My current medication isn't helping as much as I'd like.

Sure I feel pretty normal most of the time, but then there are moments when I am absolutely positive that my world is crumbling around me.

I'm not a fan of those moments.

Other than becoming an alcoholic or a drug addict, I feel as though I'm running out of options here.

Most days I adopt a "screw this" attitude when it comes to my pills.

My loving husband went looking for alternative solutions.

 

He came up with 4.

 

Seroquil

Zyprexa

 Lihium

Lamictal

I was on Seroquil back in the day. It made it impossible for me to stay awake. I fell asleep anywhere and everywhere.

 

 

I was also on Zyprexa about 7 years ago. This made me hella fat. Don't believe me? Ask my mom. As she so lovingly puts it, I looked like "a puffer fish."

 

 

Lithium & Lamictal - no thank you.

Being as I need to be awake to care for my 2 small children, Seroquil was out.

This left Zyprexa.

"But the only real side effects were rapid weight gain and dry mouth." - loving husband

"F*ck that," - skinny wife

"It is safe for nursing."

"Bull."

"The weight gain is only in teenagers."

"Lies!"

 

 

After I begrudgingly agreed to at least try it, Denny looked up the cost.

This crap sells for $600 a month.

wtf?

Our insurance knocks it down to about $300 for a 90 day supply, but still.

We survive, but we aren't rolling around in money.

Anyway.

If you notice that I start to bloat at an alarming rate - no, I will not be pregnant.

It will mean that I agreed to take the devil pills.