And I say "act like" because I just know it's an act. I choose to believe - I have to believe - that it's not truly possible to be a mom and have it all together. It's like a law of physics; the child to brain cell ratio is limited.
So, let me just go ahead and put it out there in case you
There I said it. I often forget little things like going to the post office, making sure we have bread, picking my child up from preschool.
Yes, I did. Totally forgot.
That's why God created children to have two parents, right? One of us is bound to remember. Thank God today it was David.
I was in a meeting with a new client and totally lost track of time, so much so that when David knocked on my office door, poked his head in, and said cryptically, "Do you need me to take care of transport today?" I had NO idea what he was talking about. I thus forced him to resort to the less confidence-in-your-new-lawyer-inspiring, "Did you forget about picking your child up from school?"
Yikes.
All's well that ends well, I guess, and Lauren was picked up by her daddy right on time none-the-wiser.
And I went about my clueless day still not quite having it all together.
As evidenced by the fact that I left my office at lunchtime, put my sunglasses on my face, and walked to my car . . . like this:
It wasn't until I had driven around the corner and glanced in the mirror that I saw the above image reflected back at me. I will admit I burst out laughing at myself and can't believe none of the several people I walked past on the way to my car had not done so as well.
So there you have it.
My name is Becky, and I sometimes forget to pick up my daughter and don't realize that my sunglasses are missing a lens.
Like you're perfect.
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