My husband likes to fill out those little "Win Me" cards that you see all over. In the mall you can "Win this Car!"! You know the ones. I don't do it because I used to work marketing in a mall and I know that no one "wins" anything. They take your name and number off your entry card and then the dealership comes and gets the loaner car. After seeing that, I've assumed that all those are rigged like that.
But my husband actually won something! Sort of. He won 2 months of free Karate lessons for our son. Yay! (I've since discovered that everyone who entered "won", but still...I don't know if I'll tell him that. Don't want to burst his bubble...)
Tonight was the orientation. My husband was working late and then had a meeting at the fire department, so I had to bring all three of the kids with me to the karate place. I thought it would be ok. I really did. It's just an hour. No problem.
The sensei gave a very serious speech about respect and distruption and decorum. So of course, the baby starts crying. I desperately dig through my purse for the goldfish. He immediately throws them on the floor. Ok, lollipop? There has to be one in here...rifling through my purse...AHA! The wrapper is kind of...well, it should be ok. Candy doesn't go bad, right? So I pop the thing in his mouth. Ah. Silence. Then the daughter wants one. I don't have one. But I do find a roll of smarties! Yay! Happy kids! I am able to watch Nick out there, kicking and spinning and having a great time. All the while I'm thinking about this post over at Let's Have a Cocktail. (Really...let's...) I am setting them up for life in prison. I just know it.
I'm wearing my crummy jeans that bag in all the wrong places, a long sleeved Wal-Mart shirt and an ancient black sweatshirt. My hair is twisted up in its customary twisty/bun thing. The mom sitting across from me if dressed in designer clothes, head to toe, black, heeled knee boots, holding her Coach bag on her lap. I can't help but think that the thing probably cost more than the stroller I'm aimlessly moving back and forth to appease the beast who rides in it. Even though I'm not the kind of person who would wear a sweater with the Guess logo emblazoned across my boobs in rhinestones, I can't help but feel...eh. Frumpy.
Then to make things worse for my already tender ego, the candy did not work long and I ended up spending the entire hour outside, in the 40 degree weather with my two youngest. The baby cried and screamed and beat on the windows. Delaney ran up and down the sidewalk in her slippers, shouting random things.
Yay for karate!
I was totally and completely "that mom" tonight. So, when orientation finally ended, I went to the liquor store. Next time I'm going before class. After all, isn't that what the cup holder on the stroller is for?