When I was a little girl, I never saw my Mother without her hair fixed, make-up on, and dressed to the nine's. Once, I asked her why she always was like that and she said in her southern drawl, "Honey, there's enough ugly in the world, I don't have to add to it."
Needless to say, when my DH gets up at 5am every morning to go to the gym, I get out of bed, shower, dress and look KILLER before he returns at 7 to get ready for his job. And it never fails, he comes in, sees the children eating breakfast, kisses each of them and then looks at me and says, "you look beautiful, Baby." That is the image I want him to have of me before he is separated from me for hours on end. It makes ME feel like I am helping to start his day off right. Not to mention, I feel much better about myself if I am ready to go so early in the day.