This evening, after I got home from work, and watched Oprah (very interesting today, btw), and then fed everyone..I went into the bathroom to freshen up...
you see...we were off to a CHRISTMAS PAGEANT.
I was standing there..pondering what to do with my greasy face (wash it or not?), what to do
with my greasy hair...not wash it --that's for sure...
what to do with the corduroy pants I have on that have been slimed my children all day...
What to do....
Knowing in my sensible mind..that ugh..who cares? You have been at work all day,
your husband is out of town...ummm you have three children...
JUST GO TO THE PAGEANT ALREADY...IT IS NOT A FREAKIN BEAUTY CONTEST.
Au contraire...mi amigo!
Ummm..
oh back to thinking standing at the sink..I thought, this is my new resolution..no pageants..no shows...no
participating in any concerts until any given child enters the ole kindergarten....NADA!
I mean --do they even care about it? would it not be better for them to be in the bed? i mean the pageant is always at supper time...and then bed time...it is almost comical to watch all these people their fiftylleven children into church bawling and squalling and hollering...all in their Christmas clothes and bows...
when they out to be in the BED!!
So...that was my resolution for about ...oh, half a second.
I realized {actually} it does matter to my kiddies...my offspring...they do remember their shows.
They do like to get up there and mumble baby Jesus stuff (I think in their own mind they are singing out loud??)
They do like to watch the video later on...
So off we went--video camera in hand.
It was all over in 50 minutes..not too painful...
BUT--To fill you {all} in on the beauty protocol..ughh...don't show up to these extra curriculars in your street clothes..lest ye be called raggedy..oh no honey..I think even a few moms pulled their big ass bows out tonight, AND the matching smocked dresses...
ughh..once again..I am actually beginning to agree with Victor--he just wears his pants that {look like} pajamas no matter what the occasion..and he is still handsome to me..
and as I sat there I thought.....
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Those moms were at phoenix's kindermusik class! smocked holiday wear and giant bows. feel the same way as you - but always end up going, putting on clean clothes...and re-playing the {cute}videos yearly. :) Good point: maybe they DO think they are singing out loud! ;) happy friday...
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