After having my baby boy in early March, I somehow lost track.
Track of time, track of my chores, basically track of everything that wasn’t feeding or nappy changing.
Which means I also lost track of the parcels arriving at my doorstep, even though I had been eagerly awaiting some of the things inside them.
So when I finally emerged out of the fog surrounding the early days and realized that it was April already, I decided it was time to catch up. And given the decision to catch up on household chores or beauty items, I chose the latter.
Tough choice, I know.
And to make things even more enjoyable, I slapped on some makeup, changed into a fresh (read: no puke) top and turned on the camera.