sip beer... exhale. Defining moment in the supermarket today. I bought chocolate flavored water (yeah don't do it, tastes like crap).
Check out girl: “does it really taste like chocolate?”
Me: “don’t know, just needed the bottle for a project and I don’t drink sodas” (slight lie)
Check out girl: “oh what sort of project?”
…. and here we go, one of those queer moments like the first time you refer to your partner as your husband or the first time you refer to your child in public as your daughter.
Oh my gawd, I’m married, oh my gawd, I have kids. Oh my gawd I’m a homeschooling mom wearing sneakers and yoga pants in a supermarket! (note: the last time I dabbled in yoga was when I was pregnant with my second child and it almost killed me).
Me: “ I homeschool my kids and we’re making a tornado in a bottle tomorrow.”
How did I go from a funky young chicky wearing velvet pants, not caring what I ate, drank or smoked. Yes friends who knew me back then, I was funky not just a weird chick who wore hand made shoes and tie dyed clothes. To a mom of three that homeschools and makes play dough from the Martha Stewart website.
Cringe… swig more beer.
Carl asked that other day, what happened to the giggly happy woman I married? I don’t know, this old tired hag ate her.
