I'm a single mom of 3 girls
and 3 boys, trying to juggle
kids, work and laundry with
the help of God, family,
friends and wine (not
necessarily in that order)
My alarm went off this morning as it does every morning. Instead of simply turning it off and getting out of bed, however, I played my game. It's the same game I play every day. It's the same game I've played every day of my life since I can remember. Oh, the words might have changed a little over the years, but the game is the same. I run through various scenarios in my head in an attempt to buy myself some extra time in bed. I wonder what I can give up in order to sleep for another 5 minutes. What if I don’t shower? How bad is it if I don’t shower, and (more importantly) how many minutes will that buy me? I’m not sure if this is a common thing or if it’s just one more of my many psychoses. I created a flow chart, detailing my thoughts this morning. What do you think? Do other people do this or am I just one of those people who shouldn’t have access to scissors or other sharp objects?
I do almost all my shopping at Target. I LOVE that store! So when they asked me if I wanted to talk about the hottest toys this holiday season, I jumped at the chance! Sure, you can do your Christmas shopping at Target, but I love that you can also get your groceries, clothes, household items, Christmas cards and decorations, bath towels, lightbulbs, laundry detergent, pretty much everything! I don't have time to run around from store to store and I love the fact that I can usually get everything I need at one place - Target. I took my son Austin and headed to Target to check out some of the top twenty toys of the season. Here’s a look at our trip. Oh and if you want to put on the Incredible Hulk mask and join us, we can be The Avengers and patrol the aisles of Target, protecting citizens from evil (at least until they kick us out). Want a set of toys of your own? Enter by December 8th, 2012 for your chance to win TWO big giveaways: Do you know a deserving family this holiday season? We’re giving away a set of 20 toys from Target, including those mentioned in this post! To nominate a family to win, simply comment and tell us who they are and why you’ve selected them! Is your family getting into the holiday spirit? We’re also giving away another set of 20 toys from Target, including those mentioned in this post! To enter for a chance to win, simply comment and tell us your funniest Christmas/holiday story! Good luck!
I had the most awesome date Friday night! I know, I know, I said I didn’t have time to date and wasn’t interested in getting to know anyone who would undoubtedly just wind up annoying me anyway. But I couldn’t resist this guy. He was just so darn cute! Seriously, he’s one of the cutest guys I’ve ever seen. So I figured, why not? My kids could handle making dinner and cleaning up by themselves one evening, right? I reasoned that I deserved an evening out since it had been many months since I’d had the chance to do something for myself. So I agreed to the date. We started with dinner at a casual place with a lively atmosphere. Right from the start, I was completely comfortable with him. We talked about our days and our families. It was so laid-back and enjoyable that I even started joking around with a couple sitting near us. He laughed at my jokes instead of being embarrassed by me. (I totally judge a person by their sense of humor and I could tell that this guy had a good one!) We spent a large part of the night laughing which, in my opinion, means it was an excellent date! We ordered Diet Coke to drink and he called it, “pop.” That right there was enough to convince that this was my kinda guy! He also offered me part of his dessert which pretty much made me love him. I learned a few things on my date also. Did you know most people can taste phenylthiocarbamide, but about 30% of the population can’t taste it at all? Apparently I have the gene that enables one to taste it and let me tell you, it’s horribly, horribly bitter! It was almost as vile as Vegemite (sorry to my Australian readers.) I never knew that until Friday night. My date impressed me with his knowledge of the digestive system too. I think he’s pretty smart. Although I think this guy is wonderful, I admit that he may not be entirely perfect. There were moments where our conversation included words like pee, poop, vomit, and boogers which are things you don’t generally talk about on dates. But hey, when you really like someone, those little things just don’t matter all that much. I hope we get to do this again sometime soon. It completely changed my mind about dating and I’m looking forward to the next time. Shhh, don’t tell anyone, but I even kissed him goodnight! Would you like to see a picture of my date? thumbs gross out On Second Thought, Maybe I Will Start Dating thumbs gross out3 On Second Thought, Maybe I Will Start Dating thumbs gross out2 On Second Thought, Maybe I Will Start Dating thumbs meclay On Second Thought, Maybe I Will Start Dating
Yes, my date was my eight-year-old son. His school held a Mother/Son Gross-Out Night on Friday. We had Subway sandwiches and pop in the cafeteria, then we visited different stations that were set up throughout the lunch room. Each station featured “gross’ science-y stuff like poop, vomit, scabs, boogers, and warts. Clay had fun going around and getting his passport signed at each station and I had fun spending some one-on-one time with my son. I’m going to try to continue this, doing date night with each of my kids so we all get the chance to spend some one-on-one time with each other. Being a single mom to six kids, it doesn’t happen as often as I’d like, but I still think it’s important to make the effort to have a little alone time with each kid even if it’s just taking one to the grocery store or the bank with you. These are times to bond and make memories and just enjoy each other’s company. :)
It means that Christmas is just around the corner! As soon as Halloween is over, I start freaking out about Christmas shopping. It's also when I start getting the inquiries from friends and family, "What do your kids want for Christmas?" Although my younger kids could come up with a wish list longer than War and Peace, I don't generally get them a bunch of smaller, less expensive toys. Why? Because most of those toys get played with for only a couple weeks before they're discarded and abandoned, relegated to the corners of their rooms and closets. I personally prefer getting one nice family gift than a bunch of smaller ones that won't have the same longevity. My parents love it when I can come up with an idea for a “family gift.” As you can imagine, shopping for six kids can be daunting. This is especially true for grandparents, I think. My parents, understandably, aren’t in touch with what’s hot this season and what the kids like these days. Instead of sending them on a wild goose chase for the must-have, hottest toy of the season for six different kids, I try to give my parents an idea for a great family present. It makes shopping so much easier for them. Not only does one big family present make shopping easier for the giver, but it makes the recipients happy too. Think of how many toys your kids have begged for over the years. Now think of how many of those toys are still played with regularly. I’d rather have one gift that I know my family will enjoy for years than to be stepping on miscellaneous parts of discarded toys and games scattered on the floors of my kids’ rooms. Xbox 360 totally fits this bill. Xbox has features my whole family (me, my teenagers, my tweens, and my little kids) love. With Xbox 360 + Kinect, we can play games that get us all up and moving. With Xbox LIVE we can stream movies and listen to music and when we use Xbox + Kinect, all we have to do is say the name of what movie we want to watch and Xbox finds it! It’s a far cry from the days of Pong! It’s like something out of Back to the Future! I know this is something that will keep us thoroughly entertained for the long-term.
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As a single mom to six kids, I feel like an expert on surviving the school year. Actually, we don't only "survive" the year, but we thrive! Here are some of my tips for getting through the school year intact (and dare I say, even enjoying it)!
1. PLAN I have a big calendar that nearly takes up an entire side of my refrigerator. It's color-coded which may sound a little anal, but it makes it easy to see at a glance which kid has what activity. By putting ballet lessons in pink, baseball in blue, church meetings in red, etc., anyone who looks at the calendar can easily tell what's on the agenda for any given day.
2. LIGHTEN UP I limit my kids to one activity each for many reasons. I can't afford to put them in multiple activities, I don't want to spread myself too thin, and I don't want my kids to be overloaded with commitments. Everyone needs downtime and I try to make sure we all get enough by keeping a balance of activities, sports, homework, family time, fun time.
3. HOMEWORK TIME Set aside time for homework every night. Even if the kids don't have assignments, they can use that time to study and read. My younger kids do their homework at the YMCA before I pick them up, but when I was a stay-at-home-mom, they would gather around the kitchen table and do their work while having an afterschool snack that would tide them over until dinner. Especially when you have a lot of sports practices going on in the evening, it's important that you have some designated homework time so grades don't start slipping during sports season.
4. FAMILY TABLE I'm a big believer in having dinner together as a family. In off seasons, we all sit down together to break bread. When my kids have sports going on, we don't usually have dinner together. But that's okay because, with a little improvising, we still find time to eat something together. During football, for example, we tend to grab quick snacks that will get us through practice. Warm, filling Tyson's Any'tizers are perfect for this! And when we're all back home, we gather around the table for a late meal or even just a bedtime snack. It doesn't matter if we're eating a 5 course dinner or munching on some chicken wings, or even having a bowl of cereal. It's still time spent together as a family.
5. PREPARE I make sure backpacks are ready to go before I retire for the night. This makes the morning rush so much easier. Have all permission slips and homework journals signed. Have all homework checked and put back into backpacks. Make lunches the night before. Even having the kids pick out their outfits for the next day, makes mornings less stressful.
"Gray hair, wrinkles, heart palpitations, frequent flyer card at the local ER."
"What is 'life with boys', Alex?
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"That is correct!" I’ve written before about the differences between boys and girls (like this post here, and this one here, and in my book Because I Said So.) Having three girls and three boys, I feel qualified to speak on this topic, and the conclusion at which I’ve arrived is this: Boys are nuts. Don’t get me wrong, I love my boys just as much as I love my girls. But they’re nuts. Think about America’s Funniest Home Videos. Ninety percent of the videos on that show are of boys doing stupid things. Boys are just hard-wired to be nuts. For example, take this video of my boys and their need to jump from high places. (Yes, yes, I know my girls are doing many of the same things in the video. But guess whose idea it was. Yeah. (Although, come to think of it, maybe I should simply say that kids are nuts because the girls didn’t need much convincing to join in.)
I completely understand why my car insurance nearly doubled when I moved to
Florida. People drive like idiots down here. It’s probably why every other
billboard and radio commercial is about accident injury lawyers. Before learning
Old MacDonald or The Itsy Bitsy Spider, kids down here learn the 411-PAIN
jingle.
I try to be calm and make allowances for the other drivers on the road. I
remind myself regularly of the sage saying - What would Jesus do? But,
you know what? Jesus didn’t have to drive on I-4. If He did, there would surely
be another chapter in the Bible with a colorful description of how Jesus went
postal on the other drivers, much like the money changers in Matthew 21, but you
know, with guns. Because there are far too many people who should never have been given a license (you know who I’m talking about, Mr. Drives-30-mph-in-the-LEFT-LANE), I’ve decided to provide a public service announcement on driving rules. No need to thank me; it’s what I do. thumbs 102 Yield for Idiots: The 10 Most Annoying People You Meet While Driving thumbs 103 Yield for Idiots: The 10 Most Annoying People You Meet While Driving thumbs file0001645256700 Yield for Idiots: The 10 Most Annoying People You Meet While Driving thumbs photo Yield for Idiots: The 10 Most Annoying People You Meet While Driving thumbs file2341259008812 Yield for Idiots: The 10 Most Annoying People You Meet While Driving thumbs file00015465273 Yield for Idiots: The 10 Most Annoying People You Meet While Driving thumbs 3248283617 c23445ea31 Yield for Idiots: The 10 Most Annoying People You Meet While Driving thumbs file0001882619047 Yield for Idiots: The 10 Most Annoying People You Meet While Driving
So what bugs you about drivers? Slow drivers? Drivers who like to play Pole Position? Drivers who go along with their turn signal blinking for miles?
I attended "senior night" at my kids' high school last night. The evening was designed to give parents of seniors heart palpitations and cold sweats as the reality of college was drilled into our heads. The woman presenting the information must have said, "your kids will be graduating in only 26 short weeks" a dozen times. I realized just how far behind I am in the whole Get This Kid Off To College Process when she told us to turn in any acceptance letters our child had received. Acceptance letters?! You mean, we should have already applied? You mean, we should have visited colleges? You mean, we should at least know the name of a college or two, and maybe my son should have an inkling of what he’d like to study? As she spoke to the auditorium overflowing with parents eager to send their kids off to the world of higher education, I started breathing into a paper bag. You see, we haven’t visited any colleges. We haven’t looked into funding, loans, scholarships, and financial aid. In fact, up until last night, Austin insisted he wanted to be a hobo! Honestly. Read this guest blog post from him and you’ll see what I mean. Really, you need to read it to fully understand. It’s worth it, I promise. My Son, the Hobo (otherwise entitled “I’m so Proud.”) So you see, as creative as he is, he has no interest in school. Heck, I’ll be elated if he even makes it through the next 26 weeks in order to graduate. When I got home from senior night I was shell-shocked. For one thing, I had no idea where to send my son to college. I mean, it’s not like they have an abundance of universities that teach professional whistling. I was also overwhelmed with the impossibility of paying for college for six kids. But mostly I was upset because as I looked around the auditorium, I felt very young (until I realized I’d be well into my 50s by the time Brooklyn graduates).
After senior night, I had a serious (well, as serious as you can get with Austin) talk about his future. He said he’d like to go to culinary school which is definitely a step up from being a hobo. In fact, I’ll happily volunteer to help him by sampling his homework. But having a kid getting ready for college sure makes me rethink those preschool days. I’ll take crayon-covered walls any day over this new brand of stress.
Those of you who follow my blog regularly, know that I had a pulmonary embolism (blood clot that went to my lung) this summer. It wasn't the first clot I've had. I have a genetic clotting disorder that makes me more prone to develop life-threatening blood clots. In fact, further bloodwork revealed I may have a second clotting disorder, a lupus anticoagulant, as well. Because of the disorders and the fact that I've developed a number of clots, my doctor has put me on blood thinners and I'll most likely have to continue taking them for the rest of my life.
Blood thinners could save my life. Of course, they could also kill me if I was ever badly injured, as I could bleed to death. This is why I went online and searched for medical ID bracelets. My doctor recommended I wear one so medical personnel would be aware of my condition should (God forbid) I ever get in an accident and end up unconscious.
Most of the sites I looked at offered plain, silver link bracelets with plain, silver tags. They were not something I wanted to wear for a day, let alone the rest of my life. I started having second thoughts about my medical alert jewelry idea. Then I found Lauren's Hope. They offer medical alert jewelry in a zillion different designs for men, women and children. The only drawback is that you'll have a tough time choosing between their cute, creative, beautiful, fun, and flirty designs. And Lauren's Hope has even taken care of that problem with their interchangeable tags! You can easily remove the tag and attach it to different bands!
The wide variety of styles at Lauren's Hope is especially awesome for kids! If you have a child with autism, diabetes, or a life-threatening allergy, medical alert jewelry can give you great piece of mind. But it only works if your child actually wears it. And if they think the jewelry is stupid and ugly, they won't want to wear it. From cute bracelets to popular silicone bands to dog tags, and more, you're sure to find something your child will love!
I especially love the fact that Lauren's Hope was founded in 1994 by two women. Originally, they sold their mother's bracelets at craft fairs. What started out as a "fun little business" has now grown into a thriving enterprise that offers an incredible selection of jewelry that is both functional and fashionable. I just love stories about women who start up a little business that takes off into more than they ever dreamed of! In fact, Lauren's Hope has even donated over $100,000 to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation.
If you or a loved one has a condition like: diabetes, pacemaker, food allergy, Penicillin allergy,
bee sting allergy, allergic to
contrast dye, on blood thinners, gastric bypass patient, Alzheimer's, cancer, asthma, stroke,
autism, organ transplant, seizure disorder, manic depressive, on multiple
medications or any other chronic medical conditions, you should really consider getting a medical ID bracelet for them. My friend who is an EMT says that's the first thing they look for. Having this essential information about health problems can help medical professionals take care of you/save your life.
Right now, Lauren's Hope is offering my readers a discount just in time for Christmas! (These would make terrific presents, btw!) Just enter the promo code: 6PACK to enjoy 10% off now until December 31, 2012!
I used to be a good mom, I did! I used to start brainstorming ideas for creative
Halloween costumes during the summer. I made awesome costumes for my kids year
after year. (My sister is really the creative one as you’ll see from the
pictures, but I held my own.) I was the room mom for my kids’ classes every
single year. I organized great parties with the best games and I made homemade
goodies that would turn Martha Stewart green with envy. The mom I am now would
hate the guts of the mom I was back then. I would call that mom an overachiever
and a stuck-up Miss June Cleaver. And that hatred would be fueled by pure
jealously. As I’m sure you can tell by my posts over the last year, I’m having
issues and struggling with feelings of inadequacy. I know on an intellectual
level that I’m in a different place and simply cannot do all the things I used
to do as a married, stay-at-home-mom. I know this. But still, there’s this
little part of me that cannot help but lament the mom I once was (even while
wanting to punch her face in at the same time). Yes, yes I know I probably need
psychiatric help. Anyway, the beginning of October when my kids asked me, “What are we going to be for Halloween?” I brushed them off and replied, “I dunno. I can’t think about that right now.” Two days before Halloween, they asked again, “What are we going to be?” I thought for a minute, then answered, “Well, you have a choice. You can be yourself or you can look in the Halloween box or dress-up box and throw together some sort of outfit. Or, hey! I know! You can wear your cheer and football uniforms!” Then, under my breath, “I paid enough for those. You might as well get use out of them. Or you could be a hobo and wear those ripped up, too-small jeans you were trying to squeeze into yesterday. No, no no! I’ve got it! How about I just buy you guys some bags of candy and we go out for pizza instead of trick-or-treating?” I thought that plan was brilliant! A relaxing evening out with my kids sounded fabulous to me! Why hadn’t I thought of this years ago? They were less-than-thrilled with my helpful suggestions, but in the end they accepted the fact that I’d become a crappy busy mom and this was the best I could do. In case you were like me this year and didn’t think about Halloween until a week before, I’ll help you out for next year. Here are some ideas, taken from my Martha Stewart days, you can use for next year’s costumes. (I would’ve helped you out with these ideas earlier this month, but that would’ve ruined the whole Halloween Failure Thing I’ve got going on.) thumbs 032 Halloween Fail thumbs 034 Halloween Fail thumbs baby 085 Halloween Fail thumbs baby 086 Halloween Fail thumbs pa290052 Halloween Fail thumbs photo Halloween Fail thumbs photo1 Halloween Fail thumbs 035 Halloween Fail thumbs 045 Halloween Fail thumbs edward Halloween Fail thumbs heat cold Halloween Fail
I've become obsessed with decorating and it all started with an area rug. I saw
this rug at Home Depot and decided it would look nice in my house. I liked the
burgandy in this rug and arrived at the conclusion that I must put
touches of burgandy throughout my house. The burgandy curtains in my kitchen
were not nearly enough, so I got some wine-colored paint. BEFORE 008 300x200 It Started with a Rug AFTER And oooo, if I have wine-colored paint on the walls, then I should probably have a wine theme in my kitchen! How about this lovely picture? 001 200x300 It Started with a Rug But that’s not enough, oh no! I need some dark green to set of that red wine color. Oooo, and maybe a neutral tan too! I could paint some of the walls tan and put some ivy up here by the wine bottles! Ooo, ooo, ooo, and lights! Yes! Little Christmas lights will make this look so cool! 012 300x77 It Started with a Rug Oh, but I should probably carry over this wine color into my family room too. That will tie it all together. And it will look nice with my tan curtains against the burgandy wall. Yes! I’m on a mission and I can’t seem to stop. What started as a nice area rug to add a little color in my house has turned into a never-ending redecorating project! Home Depot has this great article on their website on how to choose flooring for your home. It’s really helpful! Now they just need to add an article on how to stop redecorating. Seriously though, the area rug adds a really nice splash of color in my family room. I was able to inexpensively transform my family room and kitchen (that connects) with an area rug, a gallon of paint, a couple pictures, and a strand of ivy. I love the way these rooms look now! And it all started with a rug.
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This week kicked off the start of Red Ribbon week at my school. Red Ribbon week
is the time of year when we celebrate being drug-free. Each day there's a
different theme. For example, there's Red Ribbon Day when students, staff and
faculty wear red. There's Friends Don't Let Friends Do Drugs Day when students,
staff and faculty dress like twins with another friend. And then there's Drugs
and I Don't Mix Day when we wear mismatched clothes that don't mix (aka Wacky
Tacky Day). Today was Wacky Tacky Day. Being a fun staffulty member, I of
course, participated. The only problem? I forgot I had a doctor's appointment
before school. I got ready for work, headed to my car, then had a Marge Simpson moment as my hair smacked into the roof of my van. (I got my hair that tall by placing a small Gatorade bottle on my head, then wrapping my hair around it, and rubber banding it at the top.) I had to drive to the office with my head tilted back a bit. Still, every time I moved, my hair scraped against the top of my van, jamming the bottle into my scalp. I stopped at a red light and without thinking, glanced over at the car next to me. The guy in the car looked at me, then turned away, only to whip his back around in a classic double-take. I debated whether I should laugh, pull out my camera to capture his expression, or open my window to explain my appearance to him. I opted to turn away and pretend to be invisible. I’m pretty sure the whole ‘willing myself to be invisible’ thing would’ve worked, but the light changed to green and I floored it gently accelerated toward the doctor’s office. Could my appointment be located in a small office off the beaten path? Oh heck no. Nope, this doctor’s office is located inside the hospital. Through the lobby. Down the hall. Up the elevator. On the fourth floor. I found a parking space, took a deep breath, and started walking. ‘Maybe people won’t notice me’, I foolishly optimistically thought to myself. A mom and her daughter were walking down the aisle toward me. I quickly put my phone to my ear and pretended to have a conversation. I have no idea why I did that. I guess I thought it would make me look more normal if I was talking on the phone. You know, like I had actual friends to talk to. I suppose it doesn’t make you more normal if you’re only pretend-talking to imaginary people on the phone though. I didn’t hear what the little girl said, but I heard the mom clearly. She leaned toward her daughter and explained, “I don’t know, honey. Some people just don’t know how to dress.” I considered turning around, chasing them down, and explaining Wacky Tacky Day to them, but if someone who looked like I did today ran after me while having fake conversations on a phone, I’d probably get out the pepper spray. I entered the hospital lobby. I get my blood drawn at this hospital every two weeks. The lobby is usually fairly empty. There are a couple volunteers at a desk, a person at registration, a person at the Starbucks counter, and less than half a dozen people sitting in chairs on any given day. Except today. Tables were set up in every spare inch of the lobby. Upon them were jewelry, bags, and other craft show type items. Apparently they were having a shopping/fundraising kind of event and everyone in Florida, Georgia, and Alabama was there. Have you ever seen a movie wherein a character enters a room and everyone stops and stares? The music comes to a screeching halt, people drop things, jaws fall open. Crickets can be heard chirping in the background. Incredulous looks on speechless faces surrounded me. I imagined calling out to everyone within earshot, “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m from the Central Florida Theater and I’m inviting you all to our production of (Oh crap, think fast! What plays are popular? Jersey Boys? Chicago? Wicked?) um, The Lion King! (Stupid! You don’t look like a lion or a wilderbeest!) I mean, Hair! Come see our new production of Hair! Tickets go on sale today!” (I wonder if there really is a Central Florida Theater. They’re going to wonder what’s going on when people start calling, asking them for Lion King tickets.) Thankfully, I quickly headed toward the information desk before those thoughts in my head could translate to words that would spill out of my mouth and make me look even more deranged than I already did. I got in the elevator and pushed the button for the fourth floor, but before the door closed, two other people got on. The one man politely turned away. The woman with the walker, however, openly stared. I explained, “It’s Wacky Tacky Day at my school.” She continued staring. “We’re supposed to dress all tacky.” She looked at me blankly. “I work at a school and this is just a fun day for the kids to dress silly,” I further explained. Blank stare. I took a breath. “I’m a clown and I’m going to visit a sick child.” “Ohhhhh,” the woman nodded in understanding. When I got to the office, I loudly explained to the receptionist so that everyone in the southeast United States waiting room could hear. “It’s Wacky Tacky Day at my school. I don’t always dress this way.” The nurse complimented me on my eyeshadow. “It’s a very pretty color on you,” she said. “Are you blind?! I look like Mimi from Drew Carey!” I screamed. “Thank you,” I mumbled. After seeing the doctor (which is a whole other blog post because he’s a serious wackadoo), I headed toward the elevator again. There were two people in there already. To their credit, they didn’t run out. Or direct me to the mental health unit. The one asked, “Is it Dress Weird at Work Day?” “Yes!” I replied, relieved. “It’s Wacky Tacky Day at the school where I work!” The other woman admitted, “I didn’t want to ask because I wasn’t sure. I thought maybe that’s just the way you dress.” Fabulous. I look like the sort of person who dresses like a mentally unstable hobo on purpose. I hastily made my way out of the hospital and to my car, staring down at my shoes, refusing to make eye contact with anyone the whole time. The kids at school thought it was great though and by the time school was over and I had to pick up my own kiddos from day care, I was feeling like I belonged on a Paris runway and not in a special room with padded walls. I walked into my kids’ school, head held high, and smiled at everyone. “Oh cute! Was it Wacky Tacky Day at your school today?” another parent asked. I looked at her blankly. “No,” I said innocently. “People have been asking me that all day though. I have no idea why.” Her eyes got as big as saucers and she struggled to find the right words as she tried to ascertain if I was being sarcastic or not. I smiled and winked. Then I grabbed my kids and headed home, not caring who saw me or what they thought.
I highly recommend you dress up in your own wackiest, tackiest outfit and go out in public. It’s a great lesson in self-esteem! If you feel good about who you are (who you really are inside and not just how you look on the outside), it shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks. You know who you are and even if you look like a homeless, color-blind, mental patient, you can go about your day with a smile on your face!
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