One of the many joys of pregnancy for me—aside from reflux, fatigue, and being perpetually uncomfortable—was acne. Some women get that beautiful healthy glow. Lucky!
I got the teenage zit-face sheen instead. Thank you, hormones.
So I tried a DIY face mask, which I’m sure would work great for every other normal person who tried it. But I think you can tell where this is going…
Read on for the total fail of the face mask…
Vicki Lesage proves daily that raising two French kids isn't as easy as the hype lets on. In her three minutes of spare time per week, she writes, sips bubbly, and prepares for the impending zombie apocalypse. She lives in Paris with her French husband, rambunctious son, and charming daughter, all of whom mercifully don't laugh when she says "au revoir." She penned two books, Confessions of a Paris Party Girl and Confessions of a Paris Potty Trainer, in between diaper changes and wine refills. She writes about the ups and downs of life in Paris at VickiLesage.com.