Crimes of Fashion

It is just plain old hard to be a mommy.

I did not go to Hollywood video in my pajamas. And of course the pajamas would not be ones that I had been wearing for at least 24 hours. And ones that had some kind of grimy hand print on the leg. And if by some freak chance I did, it would because I thought that I could be anonymous there, right? It's not like they know me and my entire family by name. There is NO WAY that the girl at the counter asked "Are the girls home with Mark? Tell Ellis that Space Buddies comes out tomorrow."

I did not use Chase's curl enhancing shampoo because I didn't want to get out of the shower and find a different bottle. I did not then go to sleep with slightly damp hair. I did not wake up in the morning to find out that they should call it cowlick enhancing shampoo. [need I mention that I have 4!] I did not then find out that no amount of water, blow drying, or product helped. I did not consider hopping in the shower 5 minutes before having to get Chase to school and writing her a note saying "Chase is late because her mother was battling bad hair." [Chase was on time to school.] I did not then grab a hat. And wear the hat all day. And have to explain to everyone at I work about the shampoo... because they have never seen me wear a hat... Nope. Not me.

And just as surprisingly, I did not actually CLEAN out the refrigerator before loading the new food. That would be something that an organized, with-it mom would do. And since we know [with no double meaning intended] that that isn't me... it just COULDN'T have happened.