Last Friday was Crazy Hair Day at Monkey’s daycare. I had plans of grandeur for fashioning an Albert Einstein wig and dressing up Monkey up as a scientist. Friday morning, no wig made, I instead grabbed some pomade and molded what little hair Monkey has into a faux-hoc.
Today was Crazy Sock Day. I had plans all week to at least pick up some “crazy socks” at Babies R Us. Alas, this morning, no crazy socks in hand, Hubby and I grabbed a white sock each, some markers, and decorated Monkey’s footwear. By the time we made it to daycare, Monkey had chewed on his feet to the point that the cute little pictures Daddy and I drew were a soppy mess.
I’ve become THAT mom – the one who sends her kindergartener to school on Halloween in a trash bag and sunglasses (a California Raisin). The one who buys cookies from the bakery, pops them into a tupperware container, and sends them off for the Girl/Boy Scouts bake sale. The one who has a career, and chooses to spend her spare time with her family instead of racing around town trying to keep up with the craftier moms.
So today I’m embracing the working mom stereotype. I’m proud of what I do, and I’m proud how I choose to spend my time. And I’m proud of the B effort Hubby and I gave this morning so that Monkey could still participate, even if he doesn’t have the coolest socks today at daycare.______________________________________________ Like what you’re reading? Click the banner to vote for my blog!