I've always told myself that regardless of how busy or tired I am, I'll always leave the house looking semi-put together (work out clothes and a baseball hat count because you're put together for the gym). That doesn't mean full face of make up or glam hair, but it does mean not leaving the house with wet hair. It's my standard, and I'm sticking to it. Three times this week I have left for work with wet hair. And surprisingly, I just don't give two poots. I did feel a little bad about it this morning as I wheeled into Harris Teeter to buy a banana and Cherry Vanilla Diet Pepsi (my happy place... the drink, not the store). Then I saw a middle aged woman wearing pigtails and thought to myself, "Wet hair may be bad, but it's not even close to that bad. Ick. Nast." So I've lowered my standards, and I feel good about that.
As a brief aside, when Google imaging your subject matter, "Adult Pigtails" will give you a whole lot more than you were bargaining for.