"Who am I?" "Why am I here?"

 Jeff and I have our first date in ages this evening.  In the past, at this point in the afternoon I would be perhaps starting to get ready.

I am cleaning the house like a madwoman instead.  Apparently I am more concerned about what our friends watching our girls think of my house than looking nice to go out on a date with my husband?  Or maybe it just gets futile with age to primp. (Like cleaning my house isn't futile?)

Would high school me recognize Mama me?  I used to take longer getting ready for school every day than I will for this date tonight.  Progression or digression?  Or trading one unimportant preoccupation with another?