Really, it never fails. The more sweaty and nasty I look the greater the likelihood I will run into someone I know. It is like a great law of the universe. Of course, the more vile I look, the more amazing they will look, the more important it is to me to at least look respectable.
This axiom of life applies to the behavior of my children. The greater the likelihood of a public display of temper tantrum, the greater the likelihood I will run into someone with perfect children. Someone who will look at me with general disdain.
To prove the axiom is totally true, I submit the following:
No husband for dinner, means eating out to me. Monday means house cleaning day, and given that it is the beginning of the school year and I don't clean in the summer, Monday house cleaning days are an all day affair. It is hotter than hell here, so I was needless to say, not looking my best when I left the house to take the kids to Culvers. But, as they say a picture is worth a thousand words.
Small digression here, that is not what I looked like, I looked more like this,
but when I typed disheveled mommy into google that was the first picture that popped up. Seriously? That is disheveled. EGADS. Oh, and you can not use dirty, messy or sloppy mommy, because that brings up porn.
Ok, on with the story here. I was not looking top notch. I run into some of the folks who wanted Santa at the holiday party last year. You all remember. It was just lovely. I have been to Culvers about a million times, and NEVER seen anyone I know. Today, when the kids were melting down, and I looked like hell, they decide to turn up?
I think there might have been some sort of food stuff in my hair. Certainly there was dirty spots on my clothes. Of course they both looked fabulous and put together and their kids were angels. You could almost here the harp music in the background. As usual, I looked like I had just been released from jail and my kids were about to go there.
Just proves that it is prudent to brush your hair and slap on some lipstick before you leave the house. Lesson learned.... Mom you were right.