I didn't think about it when I knocked on the new neighbor's door either. Or when she invited me in and we stood in her foyer chatting, me balancing the baby on my hip.
I didn't think about what kind of a picture I made, and looking back, boy oh boy it was a good one. My first thought was "oh horror! I looked a wreck!" I must have screamed stay-at-home mom.
That morning, I had picked up the first pair of jeans I'd found - the pair I'd worn the last two days already. I had pulled one of Dean's sweatshirts over my pajama shirt. And I hadn't bothered to brush my hair. What's more, I had gone to sleep with it wet the night before.
So yes, I was one stylin' mama. I was even wearing my black fuzzy slippers! Now it's starting to strike my funny bone! I think the only thing that could have made it better would have been my bleach-stained yoga pants and perhaps some food stains or booger smears on my shoulder from the baby.
And I stood in Kim's foyer, quite oblivious and very comfortable, welcoming her to the neighborhood. I said "If you ever need anything, just let us know!"
"Oh, and the same to you guys. The same to you," she said.
I wonder if my words were a bit ironic to her. Me looking like I did and with five kids running around my feet offering to help her out.
Because I don't photograph myself at my most comfortable,
I'll share my kiddos, in not so perfect form.
|Some days are just like that|