We aren't Beyonce

 Ladies. Who can relate?

Remember when you used to sleep lightly to make sure you didn't make any weird noises in your sleep while you were snuggled up to your man?

Or waking up earlier to brush your teeth, fix your hair, and secretly apply a single swoosh of mascara and under eye concealer. "He must not know I'm human. He's going to think I'm just perfect all of the time" were your subconscious initial goals. Right? And if you can't say you've done any of the above at some point in a new relationship - you're lying. Mostly to yourself.

It's basically embedded in our pretty little heads that we must. be. perfect.

Hi - been there done that.

I was roommates (for 2 years) with my now husband before we got together. We lived with a couple of buddies - aka I lived with all boys. I, essentially, was a "boy." I wore sweatpants majority of the time. Never wore make up around the house. I was comfortable. I was a "buddy." Just a simple roommate. Yes I saw the girls come in and out of my now husbands old room - we won't talk about that...Now I'm mad and he's in trouble for having a past. How dare he.

 Anyway...

When he decided to fall in love with me (hehe) I immediately started to morph into this "MUST BE PERFECT" girl. I shaved daily (everything), always contoured the perfect

angles, and brushed my teeth before he woke up. It was like a job. Where is my money? I deserve some sort of compensation for those stressful mornings.

 Once you're comfortable in a relationship

You know how it goes. We just stop caring. Actually - it's not that we stop caring - we just stop over exhausting ourselves. Its a lot of work. And I have better things to do then wake up and make myself look like a flawless pretend sleeping angel. Better things as in...sleep. We have been together for 4 years this month, and have been married for almost 2 months - now he wakes up to a wild haired woman that he calls his wife. And he loves it. Well I don't know that he necessarily loves waking up to that beast - but he loves me overall.

 So the thing is...

I'm not really sure if I have a moral to the story here. Ladies, we all relate. We start off trying to be Beyonce everyday. Then we slowly transition into being comfortable with being...comfortable. I still glam

up and enjoy wearing my cute outfits. But when I wake up - I'm not trying to impress anyone. I just want to know which one of us is getting up to make the pancakes and coffee. I love wearing his boxers, but not even in a "oh hehe I'm so cute wearing his things," kind of way. They are easy and breezy and I'm going to throw my hair in a messy bun with this bare face and strut my stuff all over the house.

 What did we learn today class? 

My husband is perfect and loves me.

K bye.

Just kidding. We are still working on putting toilet seats down and not leaving crusty Zyn pouches on furniture...

BUT. 

When you can be make up free, writing a blog in his t-shirt, boxers, and knee high fuzzy socks with your hair in a bun on top of your head, puffy exhausted allergy ridden eyes, listening to Usher and doing random boob shimmy dances and he still walks by, kisses you and hands you a white claw - you've found your man.

And guess what?

You get to sleep in.