Emma and I Venture Out in Homemaking Clothes

I've been neglecting the blog. It was fun at first but now it just another thing to check off on my never ending list. I have to brag a little today though. I cleaned the whole bathroom, mopped the kitchen floor, did the dishes, went grocery shopping, took a bath, shaved my legs, AND got dressed all before NOON! If you consider the fact that my bathroom is really small and my kitchen floor is only about ten square feet (if that) and that my hair still isn't done, it doesn't seem like such a big feat. Not to mention that the carpets still need to be vacuumed and Emma isn't dressed either. Well, so much for bragging. But to my credit Emma would be dressed by now if she hadn't fallen asleep.

I went to the store today in my homemaking clothes. "Homemaking clothes" is a nice phrase for old shorts (with stains right on the seat) and a large, old t-shirt. I ran out of laundry detergent this morning and I had two loads of laundry waiting to be done. So I decided to run to the store before I bathed so I could get the laundry going. Emma went along in her pajamas: a onesie with blue, red, and green hearts on it. It seems like I always go to the store in old, grubby clothes and no makeup and then the whole world ends up being there and I have to duck down the aisles so no one will see me looking so bad. That's what I was doing today when I heard a voice from behind call my name. Well what do you know? An old acquaintance wanting to see Emma. Ugh. I wish I could crawl under the bananas I'm examining. I cling to the hope that I really do blend in with the bananas. No such luck. She comes to coo over the baby. Poor Emma, she doesn't have a stitch of pink on her and so of course she has to endure, "What a sweet baby! HE'S growing so fast!" I cringe and I think the lady notices because she corrects herself, thank goodness. She looks me up and down next and says, "You're skinny." Uh, thanks, I think. I scuttle away in shame. If only Emma had been dressed in her "I'm not a boy" onesie and I had showered, put on decent clothes and some makeup. Will I never learn? Probably not.