Bedtime routine perspectives.

Why must my bedtime rituals be soOoOoo unflattering?

Last night, as I was brushing my teeth and washing my face, I realized what Brian must see when I come to bed.

Let’s consider for a moment the basics of my nightly routine:

• Teeth brushing:  No problem.  Who doesn’t like minty fresh breath?
• Flossing: Not a terrible habit, but definitely causes the gums to bleed here and there.
• Face washing: Exposes all the dark circles, pimples and blotchy skin that I hid all day.
• Hair brushing: We have a motto as stylists when it comes to curly/wavy hair: The ends need friends.  When you brush through hair that’s not poker straight, it tends to look a tad fuzzy, dare I say frizzy, on the ends.
• Declaring war on my face: Oh, wait, you don’t incorporate that into your bedtime ritual?  You don’t pick and prod and poke and scratch and squeeze and exfoliate?  I love declaring war on my face.  And by face, I mean 10% face and 90% nose.

And what are the results of this nightly routine?

My loving husband falls asleep next to gum-bleeding, Mrs. Mullet Bangs, frizzy-haired, blotchy-skinned, tired-eyed, minty fresh Rudolph.

But watch this.

Brian doesn’t know what I’m blogging about yet.  So I’m going to ask him a question.

Me, “Brian, how did I look when I feel asleep last night?”

Brian, “I don’t know.  I fell asleep first.  I think I fell asleep before you did.  Beautiful, I remember though.  Why?  What’d you blog about?  Did you blog about sex?”

Guess I don’t need to worry about it, huh?