I had to laugh at myself when my desperation got this far. Jeremiah spit up on my shoulder and in my hair. Gross! I wiped it off, but this time it REALLY stunk. I had to go somewhere and there was no time for a shower, so I grabbed the nearest bottle of shampoo (which happened to be the kids' mango something or other scent). I leaned over my bathroom sink and took just the section of hair that had been spit up on and washed just that section of hair. Out the door I went! I was going to make this post all about "Desperate Mom Situations," but I think it sounds much more graceful to call them "One Fine Day" moments. Here's why:
Sometimes I feel like Michelle Pfeiffer in "One Fine Day." She was always so ingenious. For instance, when her shirt got dirty, she pulled her son's t-shirt out of her bag and put it on and just kept on going through her day.
I had a monumental One Fine Day moment last year at VBS. It was crazy hat day. Only, I had forgotten. When we pulled in the church parking lot, the kids noticed everyone else in their crazy hats. Yikes! What do I do?! Panic! No... "think like Michelle" I told myself. I looked down and buried under random stuff in my van was a knight's hat! I came up with something else from my car for my daughter, but can't remember what now. And then I thought how sometimes it can pay to not live an obsessive-compulsively clean lifestyle!
I'd love to hear your desperate moments... I mean your "One Fine Day" moments!
Andi
2 comments:
It never pays to clean your car. As soon as you do, your child will fall in mud and have nothing to wear. Or you'll need a scrap piece of paper to write something down, and you won't have one. Or your kids will be thirsty at the park, and you'll wish that half drunk bottle of water was still under the seat...
Sorry I am just now reading this. Wow. I lived in a clean car. Sorry. My kids would have gone in hatless. There is something to be said for not being obsessive for cleanliness.
Mom
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