Self-Conscious

Nothing will make you more aware of the absurdity of your morning toilette than to have a three year old stand in the bathroom with you and ask about every item you use. Heh. Pope's lines seem apt here:

And now, unveiled, the toilet stands displayed,
Each silver vase in mystic order laid.
First, robed in white, the nymph intent adores,
With head uncovered, the cosmetic powers.
A heavenly image in the glass appears;
To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears.
The inferior priestess, at her altar's side,
Trembling begins the sacred rites of Pride.