My son is five months old.
This morning I went for a coffee with someone who is always immaculately turned out. I woke late and had but one hour to get me and baby ready. I rushed around like a mad thing. Dragged a comb through hair that has not had a decent cut for six(!) months. It is twice as long as I like, hopelessly out of shape and falling out in handfuls. I filled in the chips on my toenail varnish, creating a patchwork of shades visible in my sandals. I dragged on unflattering shorts that fit my larger size and a t-shirt the covers my new muffin top. I half-heartedly tried to tidy my eyebrows and moustache, somehow unsure I will ever regain that former tidy look. I had shaved my legs two days ago and it would have to do.
I had never understood mothers who look like slobs, and always promised myself I would remain careful about my appearance, no matter what. But five months in and I have only every looked (and felt) this bad in the depths of depression. How in god's name did it come to this? I love my son to bits, but I don't half hate being a slob.

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I always was a slob, but now
I always was a slob, but now with motherhood i have an excuse! If these things are important to you you'll probably find that it's easier to be on top of them when your child is a little older and not so completely dependent. Then, if you're silly like me, you'll get knocked up and have to start all over again.
I had a lot of hair fall out
I had a lot of hair fall out during my pregnancy, it really made getting ready to go any place take a lot longer because I was constantly trying to keep hair out of the drain, etc. I finally would up going super-short. It is working for me for now. Hopefully the hormones will even out as it grows back. The short hair really did help me.
You'll find tricks to managing it, don't worry. And did you make it to your coffee date on time? Being late to everything was my biggest hurdle with the newborn.
you know, grooming was
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