Fast, but not quick

I haven't eaten today, and I'm hungry. When I'm hungry, I get sluggish. When I'm sluggish, I get moody. When I'm moody, I get mean. And the shin bone's connected to the knee bone.
M is still on math. He's invested several hours in it. A bit of focus would go far in that young man's scholastic endeavors.
D has been bored for hours.
I'm still in PJs.
All in all, it's not bad as days go. It could be worse. It will be worse, if I don't generate more hours at the grindstone.
Lacrosse starts soon. It's a season unto itself around my house. I love the sport, and I love that the boys are so into it.
Right now D is in Basketball. He's the team captain, and he's so cool. Saturday was his first game. His team won 24-4. My kid scored 14 points. Who's a proud mom?
I am kind of a bookworm, yet I'm raising a couple meat heads. How is that possible? They're jocks. Athletes. Hotshots.

Someone should shower soon. By 'someone' I mean me. I talked my man into a date this evening, so I need to clean up a bit. I don't go out in public without makeup so much anymore. My man is a handsome one, and he takes tremendous care with his appearance. I have gotten sloppy over the years, and I'd be very embarrassed to run into him looking all frumpy.
For years, no one cared if I had hairy legs. No one cared if my hair had been in a ponytail for a month straight. No one noticed if I was hideously ugly, because no one looked very close.
Now, there's someone I want to make proud. Isn't that a twist? I remembered that I used to enjoy dressing up, doing my nails, and smelling fresh. Now, I'm back to it, and it's very much fun. Maybe I'll write a fashion blog about classic couture on a thrift store budget. What do you think? Would anyone read it?
It would be a great excuse for shopping more.