This is a superficial post, that is all it is pretending to be and all it is supposed to be. Also it would make more sense if I had pictures, but I do not. Also, by way of an excuse, I have been sick all week.
The girls and I went to the dinosaur museum today when I just couldn't take it anymore. Just after we went in, two moms and their two kids came in. These were the typical Utah Valley moms, very fashionably dressed in their perfect hair, skinny jeans, ballet flats and cardigans. Their kids were little carbon copies perfectly dressed and primped and groomed. The one-year old girl had the same little cardigan that Anna has - but was not wearing (we'll get to that later). They were just a perfectly cute little group.
*JUXTAPOSITION*
I suddenly became very aware of what I was wearing. Decent jeans-though probably dirty, walking shoes, italian soccer jersey, black zip hoodie with "TGS with TRACY JORDAN" written in large, gold letters on the back. Hair in its typical ponytail. I know that I had spit up stains on at least my pants and hoodie. and maybe a pie stain on my t-shirt.
I sent this text to my friend: "If Utah Valley had bouncers, I would not be allowed to live here"
She called me to hear the whole story and we agreed that there is no hope for the likes of us who like to be comfortable - like pajama comfortable. I just know that one minute I was weeding, and the next I was headed to the museum. I need a versatile wardrobe.
While I was on the phone I realized how Anna fit into this whole situation - Walking into the museum she was wearing a monkey costume.
When we got to the sand/water table I removed the jacket of the monkey costume and she was wearing a Utah Jazz jersey on top of a bright pink t-shirt. One white sock, one pink sock.
Her hair was frizzy at best.
At least her face was clean.
It may be too late for me, but it's not too late for her.
From now on, we'll try to wear matching socks.
The girls and I went to the dinosaur museum today when I just couldn't take it anymore. Just after we went in, two moms and their two kids came in. These were the typical Utah Valley moms, very fashionably dressed in their perfect hair, skinny jeans, ballet flats and cardigans. Their kids were little carbon copies perfectly dressed and primped and groomed. The one-year old girl had the same little cardigan that Anna has - but was not wearing (we'll get to that later). They were just a perfectly cute little group.
*JUXTAPOSITION*
I suddenly became very aware of what I was wearing. Decent jeans-though probably dirty, walking shoes, italian soccer jersey, black zip hoodie with "TGS with TRACY JORDAN" written in large, gold letters on the back. Hair in its typical ponytail. I know that I had spit up stains on at least my pants and hoodie. and maybe a pie stain on my t-shirt.
I sent this text to my friend: "If Utah Valley had bouncers, I would not be allowed to live here"
She called me to hear the whole story and we agreed that there is no hope for the likes of us who like to be comfortable - like pajama comfortable. I just know that one minute I was weeding, and the next I was headed to the museum. I need a versatile wardrobe.
While I was on the phone I realized how Anna fit into this whole situation - Walking into the museum she was wearing a monkey costume.
When we got to the sand/water table I removed the jacket of the monkey costume and she was wearing a Utah Jazz jersey on top of a bright pink t-shirt. One white sock, one pink sock.
Her hair was frizzy at best.
At least her face was clean.
It may be too late for me, but it's not too late for her.
From now on, we'll try to wear matching socks.
7 comments:
My litmus test for a cared-for child is a clean face. Whether or not they are wearing matching socks.
Also, my sis-in-law blogged about taking my niece to a Fancy Nancy party in her pretty dress, and the little girl who showed up in her unicorn costume from Halloween. The best part about it was the little girl who kept following this child around to pet the tail of the costume.
I'm not judging you- I don't think anyone here is. I just can't believe how uptight I've been with socks. It never occurred to me to put on two different ones. Oh how much time I've wasted looking for a match!
I'm judging you. Hard.
But I'm also wearing unmatching socks, so glass houses, beams in my eye and splinter in yours, etc.
You have a TGS with Tracy Jordan hoodie? Jealous.
LOVE your post!! You totally just made my day! I totally embarrassed Cole the other day by wearing sweats into his classroom. And love your hoodie! You are a mom - it's way more important that you are comfy and your kids are happy!
Oh Toni, if only you knew that those other "mom's" were not mom's at all. They were the hired help that had arrived from their private apartments above garages at 5 a.m. to prepare for that day.
Thank you for showing the world what a real mom looks like.
My kids and I rarely wear matching socks--it's just too much effort. I never even sort them after washing them. I just grab a couple and get them on in time to run late from thing to thing. It does get a little embarrassing when I wear mis-matched socks and then get to a house where I have to take my shoes off, especially when they are different colors. Oh well! I am glad you dress comfortably. I think that's the way to go.
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