I kept telling them that I just don't feel well today, that I am perfectly happy. Still, they had to go on and on (and on) about how poorly I looked. "But mom, you just look so mad or sad or something."
I love having boys that are concerned for me. No matter how kind the intentions were, however, having to hear about how bad I looked was getting old. I even walked over to a mirror to see what the heck they were talking about.
Why was I there at 7pm on a Friday night?
Target was the LAST place I wanted to be. But when I pulled out the seasonal clothing box, I realized that my kids had no winter clothes. They grew out of ALL of them. And when I sent them off to school today shivering, all red bare arms and knees, I figured something should probably be done. It takes a little while for me to realize that, as the mother, these things only get taken care of when I hop to it.
So even though I was feeling sick and even though I canceled my band practice (I will explain that some other time) I went to Target.
Next time I will put on a little makeup, I think.
P.S. Where was Ada in all of this? About 15 feet behind me crying "I HATE going to the store and not buying things I want. It makes me SO JEALOUS!" She was oblivious to my state and really everything else unrelated to the fact that we weren't going to buy her any shoes.
5 comments:
such a good mama. xox
by the way, love your photo at the top. xox
So sorry it wasn't a positive time at the happy place as I love that place. Although, if I had children with me, and didn't feel good, I'd probably not be so thrilled either. Love reading your prose and admire you immensely from afar; you are a good mother. :)
BAH! AHAHAHAHAHA!!! Seriouslly... you freakin' crack me up! (p.s. - sorry you weren't feeling well!)
Target. 7:00 p.m. WITH the kids!! That's a recipe for regret (for me).
I am no good, and have no patience for my kids after 7. I punch my timecard then, and unless they're sick or maimed, I refer them to Danny.
You're a good mommy!
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