One night, I was washing my face in silence, in my dark bathroom, like I often do. The iPhone light was the only light. It was shining in the sink, so the overhead light didn’t wake Scott up. Per usual, I was the last one up after getting the kids to bed, talking, laughing, and praying with them. Then dragging my tired body downstairs to begin my “bedtime routine”.
At that point, it’s just about getting the job done so I can get to bed.
Get the face clean. Apply all the anti-aging, anti-acne, anti-everything creams. Teeth brushed, brace retainers in, pills taken. Just doing all the things so I can get to bed and try not to wake up looking as old and haggard as I sometimes feel.
But ever since the December Girls Night Out, I’ve been doing a little bit of my own work …