Fancy Pants

Today I decided to dress up. I had no reason to whatsoever, but I just got the urge and followed through on it. Now, just to clarify, dressing up to me means not wearing a baseball cap, putting on make-up, coordinating an actual "outfit" instead of just putting on whatever is clean and the least humiliating. I (sadly) don't usually bother with any of that since my kids and forgiving SAINT of a husband seem to love me the same no matter how schlumpy I look. It's the blessing and the curse of being a stay-at-home mom. For some reason though, I felt the urge to get "fancy" today. I did my hair and make-up, put on jewelry, and even wore my dressy sandals with heels- the ones that perfectly match my cute red purse. When it was time to go run some errands, I told the girls and they both just stared at me. "But Mom, I don't have MY church clothes on!" Ryen said in the most confused and worried little voice. As much as I tried to explain it to her, she just could not believe that we weren't going to church or to a wedding. Madelyn kept trying to touch my mascara-laden eyelashes and pulling at my dangling earrings. Talk about a wakeup call! Oh my goodness, that was sad! Everywhere we went, Ryen felt the need to tell people that her mommy is, and I quote, "goooooood lookin!" Oy vei.