The other day I had a friend tell me, "You just have it all together." Then I laughed in her face. The end.
Good story, right? No, seriously. This happened.
Even though the compliment was so appreciated, all of my 'not-so-together' pieces started flowing through my mind. I have a list, and I neeeeed you to see it.
- My keys grow legs and walk away from me. All. The. Time.
- Today I cleaned my bathroom. It hadn't been cleaned since beginning of February. I mean the slime had slime. Ewwwww!
- I once lost...lost...my child at our school's morning assembly. Three other parents went searching for Chubby Cheekers as I frantically searched as well. As I was chatting it up, he walked over to say good-bye to our neighbor friend.
- I have an on-going collection of socks on the ottoman at the foot of my bed. To take the time to match all those things up kills me.
- My couch has enough 'snackies' in the cushions to feed a small country.
- Most of the time the clean laundry goes from the dryer to my bed to the ottoman, then eventually gets folded a few days later. It's a vicious cycle.
- If you randomly stop by one, or three, of my kids will be halfway dressed and their hair everywhere.
- I will be in workout clothes...whether I've worked out or not. I like to keep you on your toes. Does she stink...does she not stink?
What I love about this whole scenario is my friend perceived that I had it all together. I perceive that I am a hot mess 99.9% of the time. So much so that I declare I need this shirt in 7 different colors. I neeeeeed others to know of my hot mess days.