Closet Challenge: Day 3 and 4

Since I've been afflicted with a disgustingly irritating cough and cold, I decide to make this Saturday and Sunday "no dress days."  I didn't take more than two steps past the front door so I have remained in my PJ's for the entire weekend.  The dog has been quite pleased that his mommy/favorite pillow has been home with him all day.

Honestly, had I not been sick I still would have made at least one day a "no dress day."  I've been taking these little mental vacations since I was a teenager.  I call them "no dress days" because my mother used to walk by my residence on the sofa and say, "Are you getting dressed today?" When I answered no, she would just smile and go about her business because she gets it.  I can perfectly mimic the huff she makes when she realizes that she needs to run out and get something.  She's frustrated not because she has to make a trip to town, but because she has to get ready to go to town. 

I think that these types of days are essential for all women and their well-being.  Men will never fully understand this necessity because getting ready just doesn't consist of the same amount of stress that it does for us.  Ladies, think about all the steps you take to get ready to leave the house any given day.  Now, think of all the steps within each of those steps, such as make-up application where there are at least 4 steps within that step.  Finally, think of the mental planning and preparation you put into those steps and how each one affects the other.  Which hairstyle are going to do today?  Which eyeshadow are you going to wear? You've got your pink bra on but are you going to need to change it if you want to wear that cream top?  It's exhausting once you actually take it off auto-pilot. 

Now, think about what the men in your life do to get ready.  John changes his shirt and pants, runs a hand through his hair applying water where needed, and he is ready to go.  My father changes his shirt and pants, runs a wet comb through his hair exactly four times, and runs down the stairs ready to leave. Dad has learned that he will be sitting in that recliner for a while before Mom or I join him, but John still gets irritated that I can't be ready as quickly as he can.  Trust me boys, I wish society would change its rules on appearance too but I don't see that happening anytime in the near future. And no, I'm not one to rebel against these rules, as much as I'd like to run around without make-up and a bra.  Being judged by the lady in front of me at Kroger is not high on my list of likes. 

Therefore, a day where you can remain clean-faced, bra-less (my personal favorite part), with a ponytail that looks like a six-year-old's handiwork and not care that you're on your seventh episode of Roseanne or that you haven't/will not change out of the PJ's you woke up in is the very cleanse that we need.