I woke up (late) to a beautiful day. The birds are chirping.
The sun is shining.
So I load the kids up in and stroller, strap Nick to his backpack and we head to the school bus stop. I was chatting up the neighbors, talking to one about the dance class I've signed Delaney up for, talking to another couple about their new house. I was charming and witty. I was friendly and sympathetic, all the things you'd like in a neighbor. I've never been one for small-talk and I walked away feeling rather smug in my bus stop chatter performance.
Then I happen to glance down at my jeans.
And my zipper is down.