First off, I lied last night to Mr. T. I didn’t mean to, but the second half of this post will explain it all.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t last night – I think it was Sunday, before the game. Time is meaningless to me, well, not meaningless, but definitely not linear. Time is not a straight line in my reality.
The point, we were running through Wal-Mart. He wanted out of the house, he hadn’t picked out his special ornament this year, and, well, Wal-Mart is open and Hobby Lobby isn’t (which leads me to believe it was Sunday). We walked past a collection of holiday sweater vests. You know, those tacky things that are pulled out by women every where this time of year. I looked at him with a smug smile on my face and said “Aren’t you glad that you don’t have a mom that wears those?!” Okay, first off, I know better than to be smug, it’ll bite me in the butt every time. Keep reading. Secondly – did I not state several blogs ago that I was working on NOT comparing myself to others?? Did I not go on and on in detail how it isn’t healthy?? Obviously I’m still a work in progress, but at least in retrospect I recognized it. And, it was suppose to be funny, a joke, but because I was smug, and it bit me in the butt, now it has turned into so much more than a joke about the stupid Christmas sweater vest!!
To recap, cause I kinda went off there: Me to Mr. T: “Aren’t you glad you don’t have a mom that wears these (insert unsaid but thought smugly in my head ‘tacky Christmas sweater vests’)?”
To which T replied “Yes, I’m glad, but I’m stuck with this” and he tugged on the sleeve of my admittedly bright tie-dye shirt. Well crap. That’s beyond true. I had to laugh, and said something along the lines of “good point, at least with the sweater vest, that’s only one time a year, you’re stuck with tie-dye all year long!” We also had a laugh, cause my mom is a Christmas sweater vest person.
The adage “when you point your finger, there are three pointing back at you” was totally true that day in Wally World. I failed at not comparing myself to others (even though I really meant it as a joke) and I was smug about it as well – and it was pointed out that, well, I have my own little quirk that others laugh about, so I had no right to be smug.
All of this came from a random joke I was making as we ran through Wal-Mart picking stuff up. WELCOME TO MY BRAIN.
It gets worse…
Tonight is Diva Dinner. It’s the monthly get together of the girls. Once a month, those of us that can, get together for dinner. We pick a different place each time (with very few exceptions.) Every October is Diva Date night and we bring our husbands, significant others, I’ve brought a co-worker before, and sometimes, us single diva’s are each other’s date. For the most part though, it’s just us girls. And we discuss life, work, kids, grand-kids, each other and whatever comes to mind! It’s just one night a week that we can step away from it all. Of course, in my case, I still have to cook Mr. T dinner, but I’ve decided that if I get a treat that night, he can too, so sometimes he gets to pick out a jar of spaghetti-o’s or something that he doesn’t get to eat on a regular basis. But, again, I digress. I think that I’m stalling – afraid to get to the point and tell you the rest of the story.
Let me just dive in. In the mornings I get up and shower and just randomly throw on clothes. Usually it’s jean shorts and a t-shirt. It’s freaking freezing down here today, so I threw on my black pj pants and a knit long sleeve shirt. I sit at my desk and work, and it’s Tuesday, so it’s laundry day, which means I fit in laundry during the day. I went to my closet to put up two hand wash shirts from last week that have been hanging there and while I was in my closet, I pulled out a pair of jeans and looked for a top to wear tonight at dinner. As I mentioned, it’s freaking freezing down here so I needed something warm. It’s our Christmas dinner, so I want something festive.
I pulled out a Holiday sweater… not a sweater vest mind you… but I pulled out a damn holiday sweater. Complete with mistletoe.
Yeah, apparently I am that mom. See, I told you me opening my mouth would come back to bite me in the butt!!! I started to take a picture to attach, so there’d be the visual component, but I don’t want to torture you!