I'm stuck in one of my blah phases where I find it really difficult to care about my appearance. At this point my coworkers are just lucky I even bother to change into real clothes before I come to work, let alone fix my hair or put on makeup.

It's not that I don't like to put on makeup, or fix my hair all pretty, or wear pretty clothes with just the right accessories. I do. I'm a womanly woman, if not a girly girl; but every single day? Feh.

This is why, if you work with me, you'll see me looking nice for about two weeks, then I'll go about a month looking just barely pulled together. I get to a point where I can't stand to put on one more stroke of lipstick, or to wear one more pair of pantyhose, to pluck one more eye brow, to match up one more pair of earings, or to put one more styling product in my hair. So I don't. I'm at that point right now. A couple of weeks ago it was all business suits and cute shoes and frilly hair do's, but for the last couple of weeks it's been khakis and t-shirts and hair stuck up out of the way with a big clippy. Even that seems to take a tremendous amount of effort in the morning.

God, but how I wish I could work at home, to not even have to change out of my jammies in the morning if I don't feel like it. This is all I ask. Is it really so much?