Skin Deep

I would say that overall, I am doing well in London. Maddie is settling into her new school groove and seems really happy with her teachers and her friends. Although Skip is growing quite weary of his daily commute, he continues to receive affirmation from the people he works with and for about the job he is doing. He was recently asked to take on a new project that he thinks is going to be interesting and engaging.

So it seems like all is well here unless you look at my face. My skin is not liking London. I don't know if it's the hard water or the pollution or what, but I'm breaking out like I haven't done since my high school or college days. Without any make-up, my face just looks blotchy and irritated. Maddie woke up in the middle of the night last night for a minor reason and after I got her back to bed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and am amazed she didn't have nightmares later on. Not only was my face broken out and blotchy, but it was a little puffy and had pillow lines running every which way. I looked like I was ready for Halloween. I had reverted back to a less scary version of myself by morning, but have got to find some way to sooth my troubled skin. But hey, troubled skin is always preferable to a troubled soul. They have a spa at the gym I belong to, but I fear their skin care expert's solution might be a little pricey. At 18, I might have been willing to invest a large sum of money on clear skin, but at 38, I might be willing to settle for some really stellar cover-up.