I Saw Myself at Target

Yesterday I was at Target and as I was walking in, two kids in tow, I saw myself walking out.

A woman about my age, sporting a fantastic pair of slacks, heels and fitted cute jacket, great hair and perfect makeup, came through those automated doors just as I was wiping a major bogie off my son’s face while wearing a pajama top, yoga pants and fleece with spit up on the left shoulder.

That was ME people. 2 1/2 years ago, before my first born was born and before we were even considering a second child.  I had my shit together.

Even after my son was born I wasn’t one of those women who went out in public in their pajamas. Heaven forbid.  I regularly showered and even applied a little lip gloss and mascara before I went out.  I didn’t realize how much of a mess I had become until she walked out.

Inspired by Becky at Suburban Matron, here is how I spend 100% of my day.  Although I hate graphs so you’ll have to scroll.

90% picking up poop (dog, baby, toddler)

9% working at a job that actually produces some income

.1% making a meal or snack

.1% exercising

.1% errands

.1% sleeping

.1% waking up, thinking I heard someone sneeze or cough

.1% asking husband to smell that diaper

.1% looking for chocolate in the cabinet

.1% drinking or making coffee

.1% seeing myself at other stores

.05% blogging

.005% showering

.005% stepping on legos

How about you?  I’ve decided to make a concerted effort to get my act together. I’m not sure what that entails but considering I haven’t washed my hair since Sunday, that might be a good start.


One response to “I Saw Myself at Target

  1. Ha! That will be you again, I am sure. You have plenty of time to regain your fabulosity.

    Still that is a lot of poop!

    And thanks for the shout-out!

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