Number One: A gal in T’s class caught my attention as soon as we walked in to his classroom Friday morning. She looked adorable, dressed to the nines. I immediately complimented her on her rocking style while wrestling T’s coat off of him. Then I noticed all the other kids were dressed much fancier than usual. Fuck. Picture day.
This is what I dressed my kid in for picture day. Yes, that hand-me-down shirt is two sizes too big. I’m the Mom that lets her kid look like a bum for the class picture. And technically I could have run home and picked out a nicer outfit. But I’m going to be honest, I’m too damn lazy. My sister-in-law is an amazing professional photographer. We’ve got a million great pictures of him. He’s going to have to be cool with looking like a mess in his first class photo.
Number Two: My friend is in town. We get to see each other maybe once or twice a year. She is a stellar human and I love spending time with her. I was so excited that she was here on Friday night that I had 1.5 hard ciders. I’m having a bit of a rough time adjusting to my meds. Drinking is a bad idea right now. And yet. I used the judgement of an 18 year old and did it anyway.
Saturday? I was hideously, disgustingly, unable to function-ly hung over. My friend traveled five hours so she could watch my children while I crashed in bed on and off all day. Yes, it is that amazing to be friends with me.
My punishment is sharing this charming picture. I was actively working on not puking while I took it.
So. I apologize in advance to everyone I come into contact with for the next little while. Evidently I am a raging asshole.
T using my friend-with-the-patience-of-a-saint as an amusement park ride. My kids adore her. As do I.