Today was dress down day at Emilie’s school. I had no idea.
This afternoon when I went to collect her, another mom (noticing Emilie wearing her school uniform) said to me in the most incredulous holier-than-thou tone:
“Oh you forgot it was dress down day? What’s wrong, got something on your mind?”
I just looked at her. Something on my MIND? Hmm, let me see. I wanted to say:
“Listen b*tch, I’m juggling a million balls at the moment. Between spending endless hours in class, mothering two small girls, cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, playdates, two bouts of flu, and just trying to keep my general sanity, I’m gonna drop a damn ball. Pardon me for not living up to your perception of parental perfection!”
Instead, I said in my sweetest voice:
“You forgot last time. Guess that makes us even.”