In case you somehow didn't know, I am a Mary Kay Independent Beauty Consultant (SHOP HERE!). I have been one for over 10 years - in fact, I'll celebrate my 11th anniversary this August. But I haven't always worked the business very consistently. I love that about my Mary Kay business - I can work it when I want and put it on the shelf when I'm overwhelmed with other aspects of my life, or just focusing on other things. Then, when I'm ready, it's there again! It's fantastic and flexible. Anyway, I'm choosing to work it more consistently than ever right now and it's been very beneficial for our family. I started to consider myself a "professional" again. I get dressed every day, instead of always wearing workout gear. I always put on makeup so that no one would get all judgy if I approached them in public claiming to sell makeup, while looking like a mother of three who hadn't slept well in eight years (yep, Mary Kay covers that up). I am going way out of my comfort zone, approaching strangers in the Target cosmetic aisles about my business. I have been sharing the Mary Kay opportunity with anyone who will listen, in an attempt to both grow my team and enrich the lives of other women. In those attempts, my team has tripled over the course of the past two months. Awesome, right? I almost sound like a professional, right? Well, one of those new team members, we'll call her Jamie because I don't have her permission to use her real name, was ready to place her first order yesterday so I stopped by her house on the way home from the pool with the kids. I was dressed nicely, even though we'd just left the pool, and still had on makeup. Totally looked the part - not that I had to - Jamie is my pastor's wife and she is a mom who totally gets that sometimes we have on workout gear and look like moms who haven't slept well in ages. But I try my best when I'm "working" to be professional. So I helped her with her order while my kids played with her kids, and just as we were about to wrap up Anaya started yelling for me. I responded that I couldn't come right now, but she insisted that she "needed" me, so I followed her voice to the bathroom. Where I was immediately knocked down by the unmistakable smell of poop. As I took in the situation, she told me "I didn't know I had to go potty," and pointed to her underwear. Which were full of poop. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Luckily, Jamie was able to finish her order without me while I cleaned up the mess and, with much embarrassment, asked to borrow a pair of shorts for my daughter. I know without a doubt that Jamie didn't judge me, but that doesn't change the fact that I was mortified. As we drove the couple of blocks home, I realized the irony of the situation. Sometimes you think you're a professional...and then your kid shits their pants and makes you remember that no matter how professional you become, you still have to clean up crap.
