Friday night, my wonderful husband is carting me all the way to Benton, about 4 hours away, for a party with my college friends- after he goes to work from 5-130 (yes, 5 a.m.) Yes, he's fabulous- but that's not the point right now.
While I'm oh so excited that I can barely stand myself to see my friends, I've been stressing over what to wear. My friend Toni tells me she is wearing jeans and a sparkly top. I have few things in my closet that don't scream stay at home mom these days, so I thought I might use that $10 off card I got in the mail from Kohl's to get me a cutsie top so I would feel at least remotely attractive for the party. After the gym this morning (is it too much to hope I could loose 10 lbs between now and Friday? Cause that would also really help...), the H's and I headed to Kohl's. I found three tops I really liked and tried them on. As soon as I would get one on, Hatchling would shake his head and furrow his brow, while saying "that's not pretty, Mommy..."
And so we left. And I cried. And when Hatchling asked me if I wanted to be his best friend, I told him not particularly.
So to sum up, I still have nothing to wear, I will be paying for H's therapy sessions to deal with his mother issues, and I'm feeling fat and ugly.
And I know, he's only three and a very silly (and possibly just plain mean) boy, but it hurt all the same. Hmmm... I wonder what time of the month it is...