Some days I'll rekindle those pre motherhood days. I'll put on a sassy skirt (that fits), put on both eye shadow and eye liner.
Then days like today happen. Days when Rose is running late for the bus and is covered in glitter. On mornings like today I stare almost silently at her glittery face thinking she looks like a deranged snowman stripper Christmas ornament. Meanwhile her undone hair and unbrushed teeth scream out, "you're a bad mom."
All I can keep thinking at that early hour of the morning is I hope the bus comes. I hope it comes soooooon, but it doesn't. So we fly out the door to get Ms. Glittery Clown to school, and in that haste i forget I didn't change my under shirt.
I forget until I pull into the company ramp feeling oddly naked for not wearing jewelry. Then I realize I'm still rockin my original under shirt to my conservative firm. Whoops.
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