Endorsement for Mary Kay

So, I am usually not one to endorse products, but I must say that the eye depuffing gel (I'm sure there's a real name for it, but it escapes me) really does work. I know because I used it this morning, and it took my eyes from a puffy, red mess, to semi-presentable. See, the tears have been flowing since last night and I'm really trying to get control, but for now, I'm relying on Mary Kay.

Last night I had a wonderful evening with my family, and an even better night with my hubby (hm-hm). And as I sat in the bathroom in the dark while the whole house slept, the tears began to drip. It's going to be a long month. Between the pregnancy hormones, a touch of exhaustion from work, and thinking about the month to come, I just could not seem to get a grip. And so I wept and wept and wept and thought about how hard it would be to sleep with swollen eyes and a stuffy nose. 

This morning I watched my man walk through the security gates at the airport, ready to board a plane for East Africa where he will be working for the next month. As a servant of God, I support him and send him off with my full blessings. It is important that he go in obedience, and now is the time. But as a wife and a mommy (prego mommy no less), I might err on the selfish side by wanting him actually here with me and the kids. 

I like my husband, and I like him being around. I enjoy talking with him and ending my day with him. I like climbing into bed at night and knowing that he is there, and that I will wake up next to him in the morning. And so now tonight, as I think about how cold that bed is, I am having a fantastic pity party, tears streaming, swollen prego face even more swollen, wishing that a month weren't really as long as a month. When we got back into the van at the airport, ready to come home without him, my precious three-year-old said, "Don't worry mommy. Daddy will be home tomorrow." I want a month like that. 

All that to say, if you have not yet tried Mary Kay's depuffing eye gel stuff, I highly recommend it. I'll be using it again in the morning. And maybe if you think about, could you just say a prayer for me, that I might actually have strength enough to be a support and good mommy to my girls rather than needing their encouragement? Yeah, that would probably be a good thing. 

In the meantime, here's a picture of my sweet ballerina waiting for her class to start. She wasn't the least bit anxious or excited about it.

Open, Open, Open...When will this door open???