Today was really hot and being the dumb asses that we are who mistakenly think we are saving the planet by not turning on the house AC, we decided to cool off by taking a drive into the city to pick up my new glasses. On the relatively quick trip the girls fell asleep in the car leaving us with some downtime. Mike decided to stay in the car with the girls and enjoy the AC and a fantasy football magazine while I decided to take a walk up and down the street. I found myself wondering what store to go into, what craving of my senses to indulge in, grab a coffee, look at art, and before I even knew what was happening I was walking into H & M because of a pair of black sequin leggings I saw in the window.
Let me just end the suspense now by saying, yes I did try them on, no I did not by them. But there was something strangely liberating about those pants. I realized while I was in the dressing room that I was going to be going to a job where my husband's jeans and t-shirts would not be a suitable ensemble. I was going to be around human beings who were not going to spill, or step, or shit (literally) on me. I would be able to wear something nice and probably be able to keep it nice for at least four hours. And it was in that moment that I remembered that dressing myself and picking out clothes was fun. I spent the next 20 minutes, until I got the call saying the girls were awake and crying, trying on every single impractical, sequined, seethrough, sexy thing I could grab, and I was reborn.
I am really looking forward now to September 2, formally known as D-day, but now affectionately called, Me-day.
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Nice work, InCharge!
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