Ok, so they aren’t real suede, but “blue faux-suede shoes” just doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.
These are my latest (guilt-free) mommy purchase and I am already devising plans of when/where I can don these bright blue babies! I’m sure they are perfectly acceptable to wear to parents evening or the weekly grocery shop…
When I put them on, I feel fabulous, and being able to walk more than six steps in them is definitely a bonus!
Every girl should have a pair.
Image: MAC Edit: MPQ
This morning a close friend said to me “you always seem angry” (or unhappy, or something of the sort, I can’t remember verbatim) and I remember feeling completely gobsmacked. A plethora of choice retorts instantly sprang to mind, none of them I can repeat here in this post… (maybe he had a point? Haha) My second reaction was one of defense. Who is at their best at 9am? I sure as hell am not, especially when the only place I want to be is back in my warm bed and not trudging up the hill toward my house, post school run.
My third reaction? Tears.
I felt wounded and, as the upset subsided, I sort of saw his point. I am a little stressed out these days. Ok, A LOT stressed out. Between trying to be supermom (school runs, parent/teacher meetings, morning assemblies, playgroups) and superstudent (yeah, that dissertation isn’t gonna write itself), I seem to have lost myself along the way. And somehow my sadness and stress has painted me as some kind of mad black woman. That isn’t to say I’m not trying. I really am trying to relax and have fun when I can.
These days I’m actually wearing a bit of makeup, buying cute things for my hair, and picking up the odd Glamour magazine. Last week I bought the most fabulous pair of electric blue suede high heels. That would cheer anyone up, hehe.
I think as moms we really can never underestimate the importance of “ME” time. Without it, it’s really easy to slip away into maternal oblivion. Next on my agenda is a girlie weekend, methinks.
Anything to avoid being “that angry girl”. And if my friend says that again, I might punch him.
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.”