I love Fridays! It's great to know the whole weekend stretches out in front of me waiting for fun. Friday also means I will push myself to write for five minutes without worry about being right or perfect or even correct. I am just going to write and let it be.
Yeah, that's not really what I felt like as I pulled my super bag filled with my notebooks and such on my shoulder, followed by the diaper bag - filled with all the stuff a baby might possibly need for two full hours - I mean that's a lot of stuff right?
Then with my shoulders loaded with bags, I open the door and am greeted with "yeahs!" and ga-gas. My oldest crawling under the car seat to scramble out the door and I reach, in a very not so graceful move, to unbuckle the baby from his car seat - all the while those bags are on my shoulder - the just in case bags.
We rush in - the kids get settled in their classrooms and I move towards the large room filled with women - all smiling, all talking pleasantly with each other. They all look put together - hair done, clothes matching and accessorized. Others have those gorgeous outfits that look like they belong in the store display windows, complete with purse and shoes.
Suddenly I feel like I should have tried to find a better outfit this morning. Something that didn't scream, "I'm a mama to two energetic boys who don't allow me more than 30 minutes to shower, dress and prepare for the day." But too late now - besides I remembered to put in earrings today, huge bonus - the thought, crazy as it is, gives me a tiny boost of confidence, and I take a deep breath.
Then I walked into the room, put on my smile and think nice things - hoping that I come across graceful just like them. Thinking, they probably had a moment just like mine...