It hit me today that I really need some "Me" time. I vowed never to be a mom who lost herself while raising her kids. You know: One of those mothers who can never find time to shower and whose leg hair is the length of Crystal Gayles head hair. Well, I was getting close this morning when I got out of the shower and the only towel available was this and the baby was sitting on the bathroom floor
chewing on the toilet brush rubbing his hand around in something that looked suspiciously like reguritated formula.
Now, Dora is definitely a step up from Barney, and I did vow (and stick to it, thank you) never to have Barney in our house, that annoying purple dinosaur. So, no Barney books, balloons or toothbrushes but every once in awhile that stupid show sneaks past me. I mean, who DOESN'T want to kick Barney's ass? And truly, that song: I can't hear it with out putting in my own words: (in sickly falsetto): I love you. You love me -
we're a happy fa -m - ily - Homo - sex-u - ality. I had to stop when I knew my daughter was old enough to repeat it at school. Not only would my daughter be telling her classmates that mommy says Crocs are tacky, but the school frowns on bringing up sexual orientation before kindergarten.
So, back to ME time. I dropped the kids off and momma went lipstick shopping! I must say, that new Clinique lipstick case is just the most brilliantly glamourous thing around - it's new, right, or is it that my newest lipstick is five years old? Shiny, silver bamboo case. Drop dead smashing.
I also bought a pair of black wide legged Gap Boyfriend Trousers and this srtipey t-shirt. I need to get a little handkerchief scarf so I can do the whole Picasso thing. And oh happy day, Momma is back to her pre-baby size! You may have seen the ad for Gap's Boyfriend Trouser. Well, here is a hysterical spoof on it. Not that they'd be brave enough, but I think The Gap should run this ad instead! More on momma's shopping day another time.