Frumpy Mom vs. Sloppy College Student

Saturday was a busy day. I did laundry cleaned up around the house. Took care of Jared. A little socializing outside while going to switch the laundry. Company came over for the Game (Woohoo, by the way). We went to In-N-Out just before half time. Now we got home around five o'clock. I look in the mirror and there was no makeup to be found.
Hm.
I guess I missed that step.
Anyway, I went out and apologized to Ken for doing this. (Note: Ken doesn't care. At all.) I felt that after the first month or so of being a mom I was getting enough sleep to throw on a little makeup. Now, I'm not talking about the full get up or anything. My usual routine since my early high school days has been mascara and concealer.
At this time I realized I was in a room with two other women, who are college freshman. And one of these sweet ladies doesn't wear makeup often and the other doesn't wear a lot. It made me think about the difference between not wearing makeup as a busy college student and not wearing makeup as a busy mother.
The best conclusion I came up with is that college students get breaks. Perhaps it is assumed that once the paper is written, the midterm has passed or finals are over that they will get back into their routine and will be restored to their former glory. However, mothers are well known for the lack of breaks. If I never have any more children I'll be a full time mother for at least another 17 years and 7 months. Add any more children onto that and I'll be off in 2035. So perhaps people believe that once you begin the downward slide, there is no going back!
In conclusion, I won't believe that is true. I have never been one for too much habit. I've moved around our furniture enough to prove that. Just because I didn't wear makeup on Saturday, Thursday or Monday, doesn't mean I didn't today or won't tomorrow. I'm not going to worry about looking like a frumpy mom who doesn't take care of herself just because I wear sweatpants on occasion. I do exercise for crying out loud!
And on another note, I do like looking good. It makes me feel energized to get dressed, put on some makeup and even a necklace (although this is a hazard to my health with a baby on my lap). It is part of what makes me feel in control. Ken (again, couldn't care less as long as I haven't slumped into a depression) has helped me learn that this (the feeling of control) is an important part of my happiness.
So to the mothers of the world, don't let yourself feel judged and learn to do what makes you a happier, healthier mom!