A short back story... Once upon a time (this morning), it was Levi's first day back to school so I offered to drop him off on the way to Wyatt's orthodontist appointment. Kyle kindly offered to stay home until I got back so I didn't have to drag the two little ones along. Once home, I drove Kyle to work. As we approached his building I declared, "You spend your days in the lap of luxury! Look how amazing and cool all these new buildings are! Can you believe you get to work inside that giant fancy place everyday?" He wasn't impressed.
As I drove off I admired all these people who leave their houses and walk on streets in the city. They have outfits, and nice shoes, and bags with computers in them. They carry coffee and hold cell phones. They make money and probably feel super important, successful, and productive each and everyday. (Prepare yourself for the crisis) I then made the terrible mistake of looking at my arm and noticing the lavender sweatshirt I was wearing. My eyes moved down farther to my jeans- old, worn out, holes in the knees. Further down still, black New Balance running shoes. Then I glanced in the rear view mirror (of my mini van- bumper falling off, scratches and dents all along each side) and saw my hair. I have a Bob.
What on earth. Jesus come now. This is not real. Tears, gnashing of teeth.
What has become of me and my life?
I am now in the process of growing out my hair, my new favorite pastime is shopping for cloths, and there will be a ceremonious burning of the lavender sweatshirt and ratty jeans. Bentley is getting a blingy-er collar and a hair cut because I can't part with my small dog- I can only make him more stylish.