Friday was a regular day…nothing spectacular happened…
But all day long I kept getting looks..
You know, those looks..from random people…
I took the kids to the museum where the big kids ran around doing their own thing and I followed Brooke around…lifting her up and then putting her down when she was done cuddling or hugging for that moment and ready to keep playing. Up and down and up and down she went…
The looks followed me wherever we went…
The kids and I went to lunch…there I lifted Brooke up into the highchair and then back down…
The looks…
I checked my teeth, nothing in them. No boogers hanging out of my nose, no cheerios on my ass, no stains right on my boobs…
Oh well, one mustn’t dwell…I figured those bitches were just jealous of how effortlessly I wrangled my brood out in public without flipping out…
So I out it out of my mind…until I saw myself in the mirror the next morning at Zumba shaking my ass…
While I was waxing my own pits the day before I must have gotten distracted by the kids and not finished…and totally forgotten*…
Which is why everyone was giving me the funny lady look…because this chick? Is one hairy bitch and that long dark armpit hair must have been all up in everyone else’s business…
How gross..
But at least I remembered deodorant that day**
*let’s all take a minute and be thankful I’m lucky enough to pay someone to wax Veronica for me…
**because yes, that story’s coming up soon also
