My day started with a typical woman's dilemma. What should I wear today? I think I stood in my closet for 15 minutes staring at my clothes convinced I had nothing good enough to wear to bring my kids to and from school today. Then my eyes fell upon something new! I'd bought a grey, ribbed long sleeve shirt right at the end of winter earlier this year. It was too hot to wear when I purchased it, so it's been hanging in my closet awaiting Fall. I paired it with khaki hiking pants and tennis shoes. I stepped up on the side of my bathtub to check out my new outfit in the mirror above my sink (because
Indeed I was fine. Dropping Ian off, getting groceries with Wesley, and then picking Ian up, I was totally fine. I was feeling somewhat beautiful and confident today. After picking Ian up from school, we had to wait about 20 minutes before it was Wesley's turn for school. I parked in the shade, rolled down the windows, and started reading my new book while
Ian- "Mom, who slobbered on your shirt?"
Ian- "Your shirt. Who slobbered on it? See, it's wet."
(At this point he begins poking MY ARMPIT!)
Me- "Stop, Ian. That's sweat."
Ian- "Sweat? What's sweat? Why do you have sweat under your arms? It looks gross! It's wet!"
Me- "Forget it, child! Stop touching me and go play!"
So why was this harmless conversation between mother and son able to destroy my confidence? Might I refer you to a previous post.... "Hi, We're The Yellers!". This was not a conversation simply between mother and son. This was yelled loud enough for all the parents on the playground to hear. Did they hear it? I don't know. These days, I refuse to look around and see if anyone heard. Because I'm sure they did. I prefer to pretend that no one else is around because things are a lot funnier and a lot less embarrassing when no one else sees or hears it. Like the time Wesley pulled up my skirt at the grocery store.....in the checkout line......which is the busiest part of the whole grocery store! I just jerked it down and kept on bagging my groceries. It would have been a lot more horrifying if I had looked up to see people starring and giggling at me. Besides, I'll never see those people again! Well, maybe the grocery store people. I only have to see the people on the playground at Wesley's school four times a week! Bah! I'm so glad it's almost jacket season.