I have a pimple. Right above my upper lip. The sucker hurts. And every time I wash my face or look at myself in the mirror I try really hard (but inevitably fail) not to look at it, poke at it. But, because I’m on maternity leave, it doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it normally would. The babies don’t care if I have a pimple. I don’t have to leave the house if I don’t want to. Thanks to Amazon prime, I can have everything I need to live delivered to my door in 48 hours. So far, this is the only good thing about being on maternity leave with twins, besides not wearing pants and the drugs, but they stop giving you those after the first couple of weeks (the drugs not the pants, but you can stop getting those all on your own).