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Just to add balance to my other post in this forum today, I wanted to tell you all something ELSE that happened yesterday.....
Yesterday Luke (8 yrs.) started a musical theatre camp that runs every morning through the end of July. They will be working toward putting on a production of "Music Man Jr." the first weekend in August. I had to go in with him the first day to meet the directors and pay for the camp. I also wanted to volunteer if they needed any help in the musical realm. (I taught music before I had kids and have given lots of voice lessons through the years.) SO, I wanted to make a fairly good impression of being a competent individual. The first strike against me, however, was that I was dressed to go to the gym, since that is where I was going after I dropped Luke off (bike shorts, long t-shirt -- long for a reason, if you get my drift -- and no make-up) and I wasn't looking my best. The second strike was that I had all three kids with me. As I got to the front of the line, I put Nathan down and told Luke to watch him and walk around with him (we were in a lobby area) while I wrote the check. As they walked away, I felt something wet on my shirt when my arm brushed against the side where I had been holding Nathan. I looked down and saw......let's just say what I saw was the same thing I was thinking when I saw it 8O ......and Nathan had a LOT of grapes over the weekend. (Insert gagging emoticon)
So there I was, inching forward in line. At this point, I was only worried about myself, but I knew that Nathan was probably "wearing" the evidence as well. I figured that if it was too bad, Luke would notice and would tell me. I tried to squish the evidence by raising the hem of said long t-shirt and folding it inward on that side, but that revealed another problem -- namely, the "problem" that is normally covered by the t-shirt! Not at all attractive, let me tell you, especially in bike shorts.
And I was noticing a certain odor emanating from the mess, as well.
I got to the front of the line, squatted down to write the check, thus hiding the gross mess, the smell, and my bodacious booty, and smiled and volunteered, and then got the heck out of there.
We went home, changed clothes, Nathan had a bath, and I still went to the gym, but it was definitely an experience!!!!
So no wonder I felt triumphant about the shoe expedition.
Sally
Yesterday Luke (8 yrs.) started a musical theatre camp that runs every morning through the end of July. They will be working toward putting on a production of "Music Man Jr." the first weekend in August. I had to go in with him the first day to meet the directors and pay for the camp. I also wanted to volunteer if they needed any help in the musical realm. (I taught music before I had kids and have given lots of voice lessons through the years.) SO, I wanted to make a fairly good impression of being a competent individual. The first strike against me, however, was that I was dressed to go to the gym, since that is where I was going after I dropped Luke off (bike shorts, long t-shirt -- long for a reason, if you get my drift -- and no make-up) and I wasn't looking my best. The second strike was that I had all three kids with me. As I got to the front of the line, I put Nathan down and told Luke to watch him and walk around with him (we were in a lobby area) while I wrote the check. As they walked away, I felt something wet on my shirt when my arm brushed against the side where I had been holding Nathan. I looked down and saw......let's just say what I saw was the same thing I was thinking when I saw it 8O ......and Nathan had a LOT of grapes over the weekend. (Insert gagging emoticon)
So there I was, inching forward in line. At this point, I was only worried about myself, but I knew that Nathan was probably "wearing" the evidence as well. I figured that if it was too bad, Luke would notice and would tell me. I tried to squish the evidence by raising the hem of said long t-shirt and folding it inward on that side, but that revealed another problem -- namely, the "problem" that is normally covered by the t-shirt! Not at all attractive, let me tell you, especially in bike shorts.
And I was noticing a certain odor emanating from the mess, as well.I got to the front of the line, squatted down to write the check, thus hiding the gross mess, the smell, and my bodacious booty, and smiled and volunteered, and then got the heck out of there.
We went home, changed clothes, Nathan had a bath, and I still went to the gym, but it was definitely an experience!!!!
So no wonder I felt triumphant about the shoe expedition.
Sally
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