So, this just happened. I pulled up to check the mail and sat in my car for a minute literally inhaling a Dions sandwich, like stuffing it into my mouth with extreme force like I hadnt eaten in days - before I realized there were a group of moms near my car, talking and laughing while their kids nicely played together at the park. They were all wearing yoga pants and pretty workout tops and had clean hair. They didnt look sleep deprived at all. I casually got out, in the clothes Ive been wearing all week. A flattering baggy, stained shirt and stylish balled up black pants. But, I played it cool. I started to run my fingers through my hair as I walked to the mailbox a few feet from my car. My hand got stuck at the bottom of my hair. I looked down and noticed it was because I had spitup in it. But, just as I looked down, I tripped over the curb. As I catch myself, Dodger starts yelling out the window, I POOPED! I POOPED! And starts throwing his fruit cup that I just bought him on the ground. Then, Duke starts screaming at the top of his lungs. And Dodger starts crying because the baby is crying. I walk back to the car and both boys are howling. I open Dodgers door to talk to him and a million things fall out of my car. Including a ball that starts rolling down the street. I chase it, throw all the crap back in and flee the scene. And, that was all in only 2 minutes. So, if you ever have times of feeling totally inadequate, like a hot mess or the biggest dork even among other moms. Youre not alone :)
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 00:13:12 +0000