For Halloween, Julia's daycare welcomed any food and treat donations. I, naturally, sent Carl out to buy the best looking brownies at our nearest supermarket (as I wasn't going to be that mom who sent in soy brownies with the gluten and dairy free chocolate chips). I unwrapped them, stuffed them into a container from home ensuring each brownie was unevenly cut and sent them in.
I didn't say I baked them, I just said "Oh Ms. Teacher, there's brownies in there", gave my best June Cleaver with my pearly whites gleaming (head tilt and all), and went on my way.
I giggled, devilishly, the entire 30 second walk back to work as if I pulled the best prank ever! (Sad, init?)
I'm not the mom who works hard all week, runs a marathon on the weekend to cure cancer and still has time to go on nature walks with the kids and cook a fantastically healthy, tasty, organic meal for the family.
I'm the mom who after a long, hard day at work, throws herself on the couch, says "Oh, you wanna watch Yo Gabba Gabba? Ok", and wonder what to do in 20 minutes before the show is over or it's time to bring her to the potty. Do I close my eyes? Do I watch Yo Gabba Gabba? Do I check my email? Do I clean? Do I surf the internet? Do I start dinner? Oops, times up! and all I've done thus far was sit up and scratch my head.
So when I can fake feeling organized and prepared, I will. So screw it, let the rest of 'em think I'm spectacular! Nothing wrong with that, now is there?
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