My shirt was inside out? Sheesh….

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by Lorain County Moms

My daughter had a great year at her pre-school, and watching her and her pint-sized friends sing for us last week at the end-of-year ceremony, I got misty-eyed. It made me reflect on the whole year, which seems like it just zoomed by.

I was feeling pretty good about things until we got home that night and I realized I’d worn my shirt to the party INSIDE OUT.

Nice one.

I guess no one really noticed because it was one of those gauzy Indian shirts, but still — God. Was I the same person who that very morning had promised myself that for once — for once! — I was gonna take some time to put myself together before I left the house?

This would have meant actually blowing my hair dry and applying styling products. Maybe putting on a dress and some makeup. (My daughter of course, looked fine, in her little Laura Ashley dress and new sandals, and not too grown out haircut. (Me, I haven’t gotten a trim in months. Let’s not talk about my eyebrows.)

Of course I had a migraine the morning of the school celebration. Which meant I had to drag myself out of bed, in pain. The shower helped take the edge off my throbbing head, but the hair ended up being a big frizz ball — no time for styling. I limped over to meet a friend for coffee, eating stuff I knew I shouldn’t — since I needed comfort, and coffee. Then I had to dash off to work with a colleague on a project. She tried to get me to stop for lunch, but there was no time. I ate a banana. Days like this have to run with military precision. Lunch was for the weak.

From there, I raced towards home, stopping at the supermarket to do a big shop (since the kid is off this week and I wanted as many errands as possible out of the way.) By the time I got home I had just enough time to haul the groceries upstairs, then decided to heat up some leftover pasta, with spaghetti sauce. Because of course I was faint with hunger. (That’s when I stripped off my shirt, so it wouldn’t get stained) and put the rest of the stuff away in my bra. And checked my email. And packed everything up for the party at the school. I don’t remember if I put the blinds down.

I got to the school early enough to take my daughter for a walk with her baby doll (I even remembered the baby doll’s stroller) so she could stretch her legs before the main event. And we had time to set up a nice cheese, salami, olive and cracker platter.

But, hell, even the baby doll was wearing her best dress! Me — I threw the shirt back on — we all know how well that went — pedal pushers and flip flops. I am sad to say that my legs weren’t shaved and my toes weren’t painted. Ugh.

But we all had a good time. The kid looked great. The cheese platter was devoured.

If I can find the gift certificate my husband gave me — I’m not kidding — last NOVEMBER for my birthday, I am going to the spa.

—By Theta Pavis, NEW JERSEY MOMS BLOG

This is an original New Jersey Moms Blog Post. Theta Pavis is a writer, editor and poet. When she is not writing, she is dreaming of a spa day.