It was one of those days. Getting the girls in the van, carrying bags and backpacks and purse. Peanut butter toast sticking out of my mouth. Running late.
Then when I got the girls out of the van, I notice that P had peanut butter on her pants. I looked down and saw that I had peanut butter on my blouse. Sh*t. The toast was hot and melted the peanut butter right out of the toast.
So I get to work and I am in the washroom trying to get the peanut butter off me. It is really difficult because it is greasy and there is no cloth, just a damp paper towel that is breaking up and getting all over my top. Ugh. So I try to rub it with my hands, thinking, oh well, I'm a mom, there will be peanut butter episodes. Then I glance up and I notice something in the mirror. Something about my shoulders, what is that? A seam.
My top is on inside out.
Initial response - I'm an idiot. I can't even dress myself.
But it solves my problem. Thank goodness I noticed. Just a quick flip.
Can you imagine if I had walked around all day with an inside-out top with peanut butter smeared all over it?
So I just walked around the rest of the day with a faint odor of peanut butter.
To-day is as good as any to start a journal.
9:22 pm - Tuesday, Sept. 28, 2004
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