This morning, however, served as a wonderful, if unwelcome, reminder of the painfully un-chic moments on this job, the ones where I wonder, "Which (glass bowl) put me in charge of this household, and why did I accept? *This* is the highest & best use of my fancy-pants degrees?"*
*Mildly important sidebar: Yes, I'm aware that I'm a prude who swears in parenthetical substitutes. The great thing about being in your thirties is accepting yourself for who you are, pearl-clutching prudery and all. Plus, the Anonymous Husband curses enough for the two of us, pinky swear (but I won't).*
In an unfortunate series of events, here's how my morning evolved as I was attempting to get the wee CEO out the door for our playgroup. Yes, I'm typing this to you from my Betty Draper-style fainting couch (or wish that I was, if we're slavishly sticking to facts here):
- The commode spontaneously exploded (iiiiiick) (talk about a glass bowl problem) (Haute Mommy, didn't this happen to you too recently?) (parentheses);
- I looked around for a staff member to take care of the problem;
- Recalled that I *am* the staff and attempted to remedy the problem (iiiick) while keeping my curious, must-be-involved-in-everything 18-month-old out of the room;
- Realized I then had to tidy myself up and somehow shower while keeping said curious, must-be-involved-in-everything 18-month-old out of the shower / the ER;
- While I hurriedly rinsed off, said wee CEO discovered how to get into the china cabinet *and* upended the Pretty Pug's water bowl all over himself and the living room.
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| His first saddle shoes - praise Neiman Marcus for children's consignment stores, one of the budget ways I keep my little prep in his finery. |
3 Comments:
He is going to look so precious in those shoes! I remember my saddle shoe days.
What a morning. Thank goodness for pretty little shoes.
Wow mama! Kudos to you for getting out after all that! I would have thrown in the towel and hopped back into my pj's lol
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