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.
