Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


How the times have changed

About seven years ago, my next door neighbor was a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM) and I was out in the workforce. I used to cringe when I'd see her taking the trash to the curb in her nightgown with her hair all sticking up from not brushing it yet.

I'll never be like that, I vowed.

Ahhh, how the mighty have fallen. I was running behind this morning (yes, I know, nothing new) and I had to skip fixing my hair, washing my face and even brushing my teeth to get the kids to school on time. Eww. I felt scrungy, to say the least. I can throw my hair in a ponytail and not breathe on anyone, but it is nasty.

I thought of my neighbor and all the times I said "if I were a SAHM, I'd get up and get dressed, fix my hair and put on makeup. I'll feel better about myself and be more prepared for the day."

Ha. *shaking my head and heading for my make up and hot rollers*


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