Not the shoes I was supposed to be wearing. Dress by Bebe.
Remember that time you plotted and planned and got all decked out to go somewhere fabulous (without kids)? Like, you woke up and showered and washed your hair before the toddlers sprung outta bed. Then smashed in doing your hair and makeup while your younger child was napping. Then threw on your dress and jewelry after plopping your tots in front of an episode of Bubble Guppies? Yeah, that day.
A whole day’s planning centered around heading out to a fun industry event. My sitter was booked… and then she wasn’t (not her fault at all… an unexpected snafoo with another family she works for). That compounded with my husband’s schedule changing at the last minute kinda tied my hands and just led me to say To hell with it… this isn’t happening tonight. Oh well. I kicked off my stilettos and slipped into flip-flops. It happens to us moms all the time.
All dressed up and nowhere to go. So here’s what I did:
Let’s just hope my grass gets greener.
ANYONE ELSE DONE YARD WORK IN FANCY CLOTHES?
