Chipped Nail Polish-A Rant

Hello, Everyone!

You probably read this title and thought "this chic has issues". It's probably not what you think.

Some months ago, I was watching a beauty YouTubers video, and she said something that greatly irked (and kind of offended) me. It bothered me so much, that I'm still harping on it. I'm not naming the YouTuber, because she's someone I really do enjoy watching, and she wasn't trying to offend anyone.  I believe it was a Q&A video, and the question was something along the lines of "What is your Pet Peeve?". Her answer was "chipped nail polish", and she went on to state that she actually judges people based on their chipped polish. As I watched/listened to the video, I looked down at my hands and saw (gasp!) my chipped nail polish. I kind of felt embarrassed. And then I got mad at myself for feeling that way. I know there were other people who were upset by that statement, because I saw the comments under the video. Let me go ahead and state that not a lot upsets me, and it's almost impossible to offend me. I'm an "I don't care what other people think about me" person. Here's why this offended me: here was this woman who has no children and a job that lets her stay at home, where she has all the time she needs to keep up her appearance, but who also gets her nails done at a salon, telling me that if we ran into each other, she would judge me based on my chipped nail polish. I have four small children, a husband, a full-time job outside of my home (where I type all day long), an hour commute (each way) every day, loads of dishes and laundry, and all of those other "fun" mom chores that can take a toll on my nails. In all of that madness, where would I find time to keep a perfect manicure? I enjoy having my nails painted; it looks nice and makes me happy. I don't particularly like to paint my nails, and I'm certainly not paying someone to do it when I'm perfectly capable. Where I'd find the hour or two it would take to visit the salon, is beyond me anyways. While I enjoy having my nails painted, I'm not going to rush for the polish remover as soon as I get a chip, or re-do my polish every day. I don't have time for that. Last Friday, I took the day off work to devote time to decluttering my house without all of the kids and my husband around to tell me a thousand times why "no, you can't get rid of that because it's my FAVORITE". I spent a solid eight hours going through every piece of clothing and every toy that my kids have, and ended up with quite a bit of chipped polish. No where in the process of getting the kids ready to leave the house, dropped off where they needed to be, glitter light switches made for my six and four year old girls, a "Free Dobby" sign made for my laundry room, eight bags of clothes and five boxes of toys donated, and all of the kids picked back up, did I stop to think "Man, I should really stop my life right now to fix my nail polish!". If I'm lucky, I can find one night a week to paint my nails, but I always have to wait until the five other people in my house are asleep before I can do that. Some nights I am just too dang tired to care.

Don't get me wrong; if I'm going out or to some kind of function, of course I'm going to make sure my nails look nice. But I'm not going to panic when I see chipped polish. Nail polish isn't a top priority in my life; I'm not 16 anymore. I wish I could meet her with my chipped nail polish and let her judge me for it. I'd be happy to explain that my hands with their chipped nail polish, just put three beautiful little girls to bed, complete with songs and prayers. These chipped nails were along for the ride when I did our laundry earlier, and loaded our dishwasher. They made their way through a three year old's hair, while we sang "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". They furiously typed all day long at the job that provides half of the income for my household. They ran their way across my husband's back as he cooked supper. They held my children and doled out numerous hugs tonight. They waved good-bye to the same children when I left for work this morning. They tapped along on the steering wheel as I sang along with Tyler Farr in my car.

So yes, please judge me for my chipped nail polish. I'm happy to tell you what my priorities are.



Thank you for stopping by and allowing me to vent!