I went the zoo today with the kids. It was play date. We arrived our customary hour late & the children went on their merry way to play in the zoo’s kids’ zone. I was enjoying the weather, watching the kids play, hanging out, & chatting. Then I looked down only to notice 2 large stains at the top of my shirt. Yes, I had left the house in a black shirt with baby spit up on it. I had been wondering what that odor was. As the sun glistened off it and the smell wafted up, I got my answer.
Apparently D-man, after getting his mid-day snack in, decided to leave me a present. Baby spit up on the shirt. Spit up that I did not notice before walking out the door and going out in public. As least I had clean underwear on. I mean, what if I had gotten into an accident?
In my defense, I was distracted by the other kids running around pointing to the clock & announcing how late we were going to be. I hate that Mr. J learned to tell time this year. Don’t get me wrong, I want him to learn it like when he’s in college & doesn’t notice that I’m always late because he’s off doing whatever college kids do (I know it’s not regularly attend class).
Instead he’s a smarty that shouts it at me like a Drill Sargent. “Mom. Do you know what time it is? It’s 11:35. Mom. Do you know what time it is? It’s 11:40. Mom…” Yah, yah I get it. He can tell time, good for him. Now he sounds like my mother when I was late for school in the morning. “Beth it’s 7:35. Beth it’s 7:40. Beth are you alive in there?” I was alive, just ignoring the play by plays on my lack of time management.
Today was no different. My lack of time management made us late. Not only late but it gave me the chance to show off my newly noticed fashion sense. I have no idea if anyone took note of it, but if they did so be it. I decided in that minute, with the sun glistening & the smell wafting, that I was going to rock it for all it was worth.
Forget the “Mom jeans” & say hello to eau du perfum a la D-man. It doubles as a decorative element to drab shirts too. Screw the Bedazzler it’s got nothing on this style addition & off with those fancy store bought perfumes that smell like hot summer’s nights from before kids, I have spit-up.
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