As moms, we all have some days that go better than others. We are more aware and critical of our own shortcomings than anyone. A couple weeks ago Hey Megan texted me and said, “Oh, I have a post for you today. I completely embarrassed myself.” Then she proceeded to leave me wondering for 2 whole hours!!! So, if you need a little post to reassure you that you are not the only one that is THAT mom, take a second to share with Megan (one of the best moms we know) what happens when things don’t go quite as planned.
I am THAT mom. No not that mom. Not the one with perfect hair and makeup at 7:00 in the morning. Not the one that makes darling lunches using Bento boxes and and food art. Not the one that has the BEST ideas for crafts and activities for school parties.
I’m the other THAT mom. The one sitting next to that perfect mom. The one who probably didn’t take a shower yet today (see Tracey’s post on that). The one who walks her kids to school in her pj’s. The one who let’s her kids do their school projects all by themselves using stuff from the recycling bin (and you can tell!!). Yep, that’s me. You know that movie Hope Floats with Sandra Bullock and Harry Conick Jr? And Sandra Bullock brings her daughter her lunch at school dressed in an ugly robe and total bedhead? Yeah that’s me–like every day.
But today was especially priceless. So, in my defense, it has been an especially crazy week–per my own making, my husband would remind me. I had 2 middle of the night visitors last night so I was even MORE tired than usual (and I am usually pretty darn tired). I decided to let my kindergartner sleep in (since he was one of those middle of the night visitors and I just couldn’t tell if he was getting sick or sleep walking). So, thinking I am totally ahead of the game, I drive my older two kids to school. Just as they jumped out my daughter asked if I could walk them in. I thought “Sure, I’m totally ahead of schedule now and it will be just a minute.”
Ugh, fatal mistake–ever thinking I am ahead of the game. As I walk out of the school my friend texts me and says “are you at the meeting already?” WHAT?? I have a meeting?? Oh man. This is a meeting for the parents of the gifted and talented children in the school. Seriously. My kiddo is obviously naturally gifted and talented because anyone can see I’m not helping that situation! I trudge into the classroom with about 60 other parents–all dressed perfectly because, you know, they are the gifted and talented parents.
Let me paint you this picture. I AM IN MY PAJAMAS!! I pulled on a fleece jacket (courtesy of BazzarVoice–seriously) but everything else is pajamas. I have not brushed my teeth–I’m not sure I have even opened my mouth yet. My hair is…well it’s my hair. Not sure there is a huge difference between when I do it and when I don’t.
I sit in the back hoping no one will sit next to me. Tender mercies–my awesome neighbor Jen comes in and plops down next to me–looking gorgeous. But she sees me like this all of the time, so I am good. She gives me an up and down look and gratefully keeps her comments to herself (although somewhere that day I remember her commenting that it wasn’t so bad since it’s only a small step down from the running clothes I normally wear all day). Well, thank goodness she is sitting there, I not so tactful cover my mouth and beg her for gum or a breath mint. Thank goodness she has 2 cherry flavored cough drops! I threw one in my mouth and she did the same (probably because my breath was so bad that she had sympathy bad breath or something!).
Just when I think things couldn’t get worse, it happens. Guess who sits next to me? That mom. You know the first “that” mom I was talking about (yes, you Michelle). Perfectly put together, has 3 kids, is the PTA president, etc etc etc. And she is sitting next to me. Well, at this point I have given up on finding my child’s special binder (yes the other parents found their child’s binder but Alex is related to me so…the binder is lost). The presentation begins.
And it’s hot.
And it gets hotter and hotter as more and more parents pile in.
And I am in a fleece jacket! That I can’t take off! Because I am in my pajamas!! (and who sleeps in a bra? not me–not that that would matter except that I have nursed four kids!) So now I am SWEATING and very smelly because I have not taken a shower. And no kidding, after several attempts for me to contact my husband BEFORE the meeting starting to let him know he had to bring the remaining 2 children to me, he finally calls back. So, now I have to get up, during the middle of the meeting, and weave my way through the parents to the hall to tell my husband to look at his texts!! Jeesh.
Finally the misery is over. I walk out of the meeting and in comes the other two kids. Jack is stimping his pigeon-toed run and yelling “Mom, Mom I made it!”
Yes if people hadn’t seen me yet, they now all turned to look at me. I just smiled and said “awesome”.
I’m pretty sure I will never be motivated to wake up early enough to avoid all of this. I am a procrastinator–see previous post. But my kids are awesome. They never seem to be embarrassed by me..yet. Maybe it’s because they don’t know any better or maybe because they are just awesome. So, thank you Sophia for holding my hand the whole way to your class. And thank you Jack for yelling at the top of your lungs, letting everyone know that this mess in front of them is your mom.