So I think I am ready to officially admit that I have left the days of having any sense of "coolness" (although I didn't really have much to begin with) or even sanity, and I have entered the days of being a crazy, flaky, forgetful, clumsy mom. I am definitely not one of those cute, have-it-all-together types of moms.
Just one of many stories to illustrate this sad realization:
After a long day at work, I stopped by the grocery store to get a few items for dinner. I started my trek from the car to the store by tiptoeing across the parking lot in my fashionable boots with heels (of course I have to try and look good for work at least). As I tiptoed along praying that I wouldn't slip and fall in the slushy snow, I knew that everyone was just looking at me like I'm a complete moron. I managed to get through the store okay and pick up the few things I needed and headed to the checkout lines.
Right as I got to the register and put my food on the little conveyor belt, I realized that I forgot to get a head of lettuce. I begged the guy at the register to let me just run and grab it really quickly as he looked and kind of rolled his eyes at me. I started running before he could even answer me, and here again, I'm sure I looked extremely graceful trying to run down the aisle in my heels. I grabbed the lettuce and ran back to find the guy behind me in line a bit irritated that he had to wait the extra 60 seconds. I paid for the groceries and headed out of the store to trek again on my toes through the snowy parking lot.
As I made my way to the car, I had a moment of panic thinking that I left my prescription in the store, so I tried to hurry and get to the car to put the 2 bags and 2 gallons of milk in my hand down before running back into the store to search for my prescription. I got to the car and as I tried to hurry and put my bags in the car, I dropped the bag that contained a glass bottle of salsa. And of course with my luck, the salsa jar broke spilling salsa all over the other contents in the bag and all over the pavement beneath me. As I reached into the car to try and grab some napkins to clean up the salsa covered food, I then stepped in the salsa just to cover my fashionable boot with the sloppy mess. After cleaning my boot off and the food to take home, I gathered the broken glass and the salsa-covered bag and started yet another trek across the parking lot to discard the mess.
As I returned to the car and finally got in to head home, all I could do was laugh at myself and the sad truth that I am my mother's daughter.
2 comments:
ha ha ha Oh Jennifer! You really are a mini mom! But You are a cute one! This story made me laugh because I could really picture you doing all of these things in my head! ha ha I saw it all play out and could even hear you talking to yourself... saying things like "ugh! Are you kidding me?" ha ha You are a cute little mother!! Hopefully I can save myself while I still have time, and avoid being a mini mom... who sad to say is.. a mini grandma... yuck!
oh my... this is classic. I have definitely had these moments and I have come to the realization that I too am my mothers daughter!! :)
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