Never Say Never

You've all seen these women and you know they're mothers. You know, walking around in public in their ratty sweatpants and sweatshirt (that don't match), no makeup, dark circles around their eyes, and hair all jacked up; they look like they just rolled out of bed and left the house. When I was younger up until about March 14th, I thought to myself, "I will never be one of those women." Paul and I would be out and I would tell him, "Paul, I promise I won't become one of those women. Never ever!" I would even tell myself I will always make the effort to get dressed and put mascara on.

This morning changed everything, and I am ashamed to admit, I have become one of "those" women. I have photographic proof!

I woke up with a wicked craving for a cup of coffee. Nyla had just eaten and was happily in La-La Land so I thought, load her up! I'm off to Starbucks without any thought as to what I was wearing or what I looked like. I put on a sweatshirt and packed the girl up in her car seat and off we went.

While sitting in the drive-thru, I looked in my rearview mirror. Big mistake. No makeup on, which isn't really the issue. I then looked at my hair. Hello, bird's nest. I let my eyes roam downward. I had left the house in a sweatshirt and my pajama pants. Not any pajama pants, my leopard print pajama pants with a screaming red Oklahoma sweatshirt. And to top everything off, I didn't put on regular shoes--I was wearing house slippers!

Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute.

I have become become one of those women. The ones that everyone else looks at pitifully. What else can I do but laugh? I couldn't stop laughing at myself! I had actually left the security of my house in this outfit! People in public would see me! People could be eating and could have potentially spit out their food at the sight of my glory!

I would try and say that I'll never let this happen again, but I think I've learned my lesson. I *hope* this won't happen again, but no promises, people. No promises.