It is 10:13pm, and I just walked in the door from work. I would rather chew a mouthful of broken glass than write this blog tonight. Working in Admission, sometimes you have evening events a few times a year, but being up for 18 hours straight - AND being "on" with some kind of happy cheerful face is an impossible feat. I am exhausted, but I can't sleep yet . . . not before I ask women to relate to my following story:
In a sleepy haze this morning, I decided I needed 10 minutes more to sleep. I never use the snooze button, and didn't know where it was located on my clock. I just thought I'd lay there, in peace, and slowly get out of bed. Nope. Dreamland had other plans for me. OUT, stone cold sleeping. I jumped out of bed 20 minutes later, but that left no time to wash/dry my hair. Solution: I plugged in that heaven sent Flat Iron.
I showered and put on the clothes I laid out the night before, only to be thoroughly disappointed. Six changes later, shirts, pants, shoes and socks thrown about the apartment in utter chaos, I settled on a dreadful outfit.
I wore my husbands trouser socks, because I couldn't find a navy pair in my overflowing drawer. It was packed with back up underwear, bras I wish I could fill, and sport bras that remind me what a slob I am (since I haven't gone to the gym in a bit). Settling on his trouser socks, it was a "What Not To Wear" episode in the making. They weren't thin socks. They were heavier cotton. Not a great match for patent leather Mary Jane's.
I wore uncomfortable shoes that killed me from the moment I shoved my feet in them. And you thought that you can just add cushion inserts? That doesn't work when you are on your feet for the entire day and night.
I wore pants that had POCKETS which flipped out funny on the sides. I constantly pulled my shirt over ALL day to cover the awkwardness. Only . . . my shirt was far too short. It had elastic on the bottom. Who wears shirts with elastic at the bottom??
In utter desperation, I walked to CVS on my lunch break to buy trouser socks. No Navy blue. I bought black. I had a pair of dress pants in my trunk that were headed for the cleaners. Noooo I didn't.
Yes I did. I shook them out. I inspected them, and I tried them on secretly in a bathroom stall hoping I would feel better with longer pants on. The black pants didn't match the navy dress shirt, and patent leather BLUE Mary Janes. I was a wreck.
So, I gave up. I put back on my scuzzy outfit, crammed my toes in my ugly shoes, pulled at my shirt all day, tugged at my pants in hopes that they would grow a few inches, and tried to fluff my FLAT FLAT hair.
And, then I went to an ADMISSION evening event at my school and talked to 15 families - trying to represent the classiness. OYE VEY. Goodnight.
4 comments:
LOL!!! You are a character! I can relate in so many ways....I've taken to driving my grandchildren to school in the morning in sweatpants, snowboots, and a variety of warm weather gear and look like something straight out of the woods in northern Maine...I never feel beautiful anymore, but I do know it's what is on the inside that matters most. You have a light inside you that shines so bright!! You are beautiful always! Well, you might want to skip the shirts with elastic at the bottom though, I think they were designed for 12 year olds who haven't blossomed yet!:)
You are hilarious! And I can relate to each one of those items! But, I have to say, I am always amazed at how awesome and together you look. I think I say that to you every time I see you! So, even though you felt it was an off day, I know you looked like a million bucks. :) Hope your feet feel better.
When I saw you last weekend I remember thinking to myself, what a pretty girl my son married. So I'm sure you looked great as you always do, and with your personality and charm coupled with that, you charmed all those parents. Watch the shoes tho. They could come back and bite you when you're older, as my toe will witness. Love you.
OMG what a morning, I too have had the same type of morning from time to time. Doesn't it seem like your day will never end too?
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