I rarely share information like this, but I shared it with a friend who encouraged me to blog about it. It’s a “you gotta be kidding me” moment that I will bet most moms will laugh at and can completely relate to in one way or another.
It’s been a hectic morning, both at home (before I left for the office) and now at the office. It may only be Wednesday, but I swear this day is trying for a repeat performance of Monday.
I decide it’s time for a restroom break (no it’s not going to get gross). I grab a pantyliner from my purse and bring it with me to the restroom. If you’re a male and clueless as to what a pantyliner is, ask Google, if you don’t want to ask your wife or girlfriend.
I unwrap the pantyliner and discover that it has a beautiful pattern of purple glitter all over it. Obviously, there’s no way I can use it; not like it was a necessity anyway. I discard it and carry on.
I sit and ponder for a moment. Why is there trace amounts of purple glitter in my purse? What did my daughter give me to hold that glitter-fied my purse? How long has it been there? Why haven’t I noticed it before? What else (in the purse) is all sparkly now?
It’s hard enough being a woman at times. When your child(ren) decide to “help” you, even unintentionally, it can be just that more challenging to get through the day.
So while purple is my favorite color, I think I’ll keep the glitter away from sensitive body parts.
This morning as the lil miss and I were leaving the office to head out to drop off at school, she looks up at me and says, “Mom? Did you brush your hair today?”
It’s not role reversal; I assure you. It’s my daughter’s way of indirectly saying, “Mom, your hair looks like crap today. I am noticing you didn’t dry or straighten your hair today. You let its natural body make uneven waves and stray strands do as they please.”
I affirmed I had indeed brushed my hair and told her some days I just don’t feel like “doing” my hair. That’s allowed, right? Hell, I am 44 years old now. My hair, and I, can pretty much do what we damned well please.
I find it ironically humorous, this child will notice my hair, but I practically have to ground her to make her take a shower just to keep hers clean! Oh to be a nine-year old child and able to judge the fashion-challenged parents of the world. How I do miss that ability!
My daughter rides into work with me every morning as her school is in the same city as my job. She spends about 45 minutes in my office in the morning and about 1.5 hours in the afternoon.
During our morning drives, we have some interesting conversations. As I turned onto the last road that would take me into the office parking lot, I looked at the sky and said, “it’s almost 7:30 a.m. and it looks as if the sun is about to set”. We are having a good bout of rain, grey skies, wind, the works. It’s a gloomy day to be sure.
My daughter looks at the same sky, looks across the field and says, “it looks like the town is about to be destroyed.”
Wait! What? I didn’t get the ominous vibe she apparently did. It’s amazing how different perspectives can be when there is a 34 year age gap.
I guess I should forget starting a fire in the fireplace tonight and nix the hot chocolate since my lil miss is thinking along the Doomsday line. Kids…they say the darndest things!