Sometimes when we least expect it, miracles appear before us. As a mother of three, I have fallen into the bad habit of rolling out of bed, barely looking at myeslf in the mirror, checking my email and emptying the dishwasher in my favorite outfit - comfy yoga pants. Sometimes, though, I get caught up responding to email and the like and begin to run late. This one particular Monday, that was the case. I looked like hell - or at least that was my perception - as I rolled into