Monday and Tuesday I did in fact get dressed, but does it count if I never left the house?
Today I finally got to the grocery store (only the first of two). I didn't think I'd make it with Leah needing a nap, but at the last minute decided to go for it with the promise of some kind of tasty treat for Leah if she didn't whine. Of course, since I was planning on taking Chris to work and coming straight home, my daughter had neither jacket nor shoes. No big problem, since it's springy today (in honor of the first official day of spring) and she would only be sitting in my cart. We shopped, we had our treat, and we came home.
Then I realized as I unloaded my groceries that at that moment I had reached the epitome of disheveled. I was wearing nice slacks but with flip flops and a T-shirt, had an only mostly intact pony tail and no makeup, and my toddler was barefoot with red fruit sauce stains on her shirt and face and in her uncontrollable mass of hair. How appropriate that I had been shopping for diapers for two.
After her nap, we will again venture out to the second and more time consuming grocery store, but perhaps we will wear shoes and have our faces clean and coiffures coiffed. Any other marathon shoppers out there this afternoon might wonder why that same cute baby boy is sleeping in some other lady's shopping cart with some other little girl.
1 year ago