I work every weekend. Even though I feel lucky that I like what I do (I work at a great hospital) and have it easy compared to the people who work full time during the week, I'm tuckered out by the end of Sunday night. Come Monday, I make the day about what I like. Sometimes, I don't even make it out of my PJs! Other Mondays (like today) I feel the need to look and feel like a woman! I'm so lucky that I'm at that stage of my life where I am able to indulge myself. My kids are grown and my husband travels during the week so he's not here. So Mondays are totally mine without any guilt. I feel that women give to everyone else but hardly take the time for themselves. Most of the time, even when we are dressing, we think: Will my husband like this, will he notice? Today, I dress for myself. It's not to get noticed for what I'm wearing, it's to look good in MY eyes. I don't know what happened that I stopped dressing. I think that's because in four years, I have gained 20 pounds. Although I would like to lose about 10 of them, that shouldn't stop me from dressing like a woman. I think that I have gotten used to wearing medical uniforms and when I come home, it's into the shower and then into sweet PJs. So today, I decided I needed to feel like a woman: no sweat pants, no jogging outfit, no lounge wear. It's a dress and my hair curled and my toenails painted. I’m not the perfection you would find in a magazine picture. Here’s just me, flaws and all... Feeling like a woman!