Monday, October 26, 2009

I wore heels today

I see them all the time; cute moms with perfect hair and makeup wearing heels around Target. Their kids' clothes coordinate and not a hair is out of place.

I only "do" my hair a couple times a week. Most of the time it's pulled back in my famous bun/knot. I try to wear makeup, but my eyelashes are so short that the mascara quickly ends up under my eyes and the powder fades just as fast. As far as footwear, tennies are my number one. I'm a mommy, you know and I do mommy things like chase a toddler, go grocery shopping and run up and down the stairs a gazillion times a day looking for (insert lost thing here).

Last week I bought "going out" shoes (only because they were half off with purchase of my new tennies); chocolate brown ankle boots with a heel. Today, I spotted them in my closet. If you were at Target , I was the one with my hair in the bun/knot, zero makeup and an adorable little girl who dresses herself and likes to do her own hair....I also had on chocolate brown ankle boots.
Instant makeover. For an hour I caught a glimpse of what it might be like to be one of those cute, classy moms.

Man, my feet hurt.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Goin' all out for October

October is slipping right on by, so we had a marathon "fall stuff" day...

Licking the bowl from making pumpkin pie and eating seeds


"Punkin pie weddy!"

So yummy I can't make a normal face.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Ek-squeeze me? baking powder?

It had already been a long day and Justin called to say he would be more than two hours late. It was a great night to take advantage of half off happy meals, but since the kids didn't have quite enough in their piggy banks, they had to make up the difference with jobs around the house. While we all cleaned up downstairs, I was spent and grouchy and then came this comment:

Trey: (under his breath) "You're wasting all of my play time."
Mom: Ek-scuuuse me? What did you just say?

The next 30 seconds were followed by me giving a full on lecture to my six year old about how all the crap (yes, I said crap. yes, it's a bad word in our house) I clean up doesn't belong to me and I'd much rather be playing too and you'd better never talk to me that way again. I was mad. really mad.

Okay, not my best moment. I think I may have over-reacted, but I'll bet he doesn't say that again (at least not for a few months).