Fashion Over Function
That meant some seriously fast showering and getting ready for the day, but when I left, I was satisfied that I looked cute and fit to be seen in public.
When I got home, Jeffrey and I decided to take the kids to the zoo.
It was a cloudy and cold drizzly day. The rain came off and on, forcing us to be prepared for anything. I decided to abandon fashion and wear my comfortable but ugly nurse shoes. We would be doing a lot of walking. I also decided that the super cute skirt I had been wearing would be too cold, so put on some grubby pants, a turtle neck, a stripped jacket, and to complete the whole ensemble, an old holey Harvard shirt that I had found at a thrift store on my mission. With raised eyebrows I looked over my reflection in the bedroom mirror and laughed at how absurd I looked. While pulling on the turtleneck, my hair had gotten all frizzy and I looked like a bag lady. But we were going to the zoo, it was cold, and no one would be there. My kids didn't care that I looked like I had just awakened from a good sleep in the dumpster, and Jeffrey, as usual, was more concerned that I be comfortable and warm than win any fashion show. I love that about him. He is so practical.
We left for the zoo, and had a fun half hour there.
As soon as we got to the car, the barrage of emotions became too much for me and I began to cry. The kids asked why I was crying, and I had to laugh and admit I didn't know.
But that is the day I learned a valuable lesson.
Fashion over function, every time. You never know who you will run in to!