While at Disneyland I saw two moms. Well, I saw way more than two moms. But these two moms put to lie my previously held theory.
Mom Number 1 (we'll call her Jackie) had her hair styled in a smooth and sleek brown bob. Not a gray hair in sight (and I should know since I was standing behind her for five minutes). She was wearing a white tee shirt, with a cute orange cardigan and jeans. She was sporting dark orange sketchers and dangling gold earings. Her classy sunglasses sat atop a face that was smooth, made-up and fresh.
Mom Number 2 (we'll call her Steph) had curly blonde, shoulder length hair. Her sunglasses were perched on top her head baring a face dusted with natural-looking makeup. She had a brown belted cardigan over capri kahkis. On her feet were a pair of white "weekend" shoes.
Both moms were pushing matching red strollers where two adorable little boys sat in their coordinated outfits. On the backs of the strollers were official stroller bags - sleek and perfectly matching both the strollers and the moms' outfits.
Jackie and Steph don't forget the wet wipes or Purell. They don't need to spend twenty minutes looking for the baby food spoon in a bottomless diaper bag. They don't end up then washing the spoon in a glass of water and feeding the baby cold sweet potatoes and lentils. They don't end up with lemonade on their jeans, candy in their hair and mascara on their cheeks. They have small toys and healthy snacks to make the waits in line easier. They don't forget their kids' jackets and sunblock. They never grab their screaming child by the hand and threaten to make Mickey go home. They never bribe their fussy baby with a boob. They are able to do Disneyland without a dad to coerce into carrying a child or changing a diaper. Their feet don't hurt.
I'm sure they have their problems. We all do, right? But standing there with sandals baring my un-pedicured feet, with my jeans already sliding down my hips and dragging the ground, with a faded swimsuit cover-up pretending to be a circus tent top, with my hair in it's perpetual mommytail - complete with frizzy bangs and the dawning realization that I sent Chad ahead with the kids and my pass...I'm ashamed to admit that my jealousy overcame normal mom comradrie. It was then that I had an evil thought.
I hope their Purell leaks into their bags.
4 comments:
right there with ya'! I feel ya' in all of those descriptions ... the jeans, the top, the hair ... my "knock-off" sunglasses have a crack in the bridge over my nose from a toddler yanking on them - I still wear them ... classy!
Heeheehee... My city is FULL of those moms. And I picked up my son in a red velour jumpsuit and bangs that were sticking straight up (I realized on the drive home). And I can't even say that I got a lot done instead of putting myself together...
The good news? I don't think that our kids would want any other mom -- even the perfect ones. (well until they are teenagers -- but then all moms are awful. Except maybe the ones who let your boyfriend sleepover)
OMG - you are TOO FUNNY! Pee my pants funny - I was laughing so hard in reading this post. Oh yes, I saw plenty of those moms on my last trip to Disney, and I can so relate, as I had once again chosen to wear NEW SHOES - gotten blisters - forgotten my tennis shoes - and had to wear a pair of loaner socks from my sister with my sandals. Yep, it was a classy look. I hope their Purell leaks too. :-)
Danielle - As long as you don't tape the bridge, you're still "classy".
Alex - I'm capitalizing on the lack of outside influence. Joseph still thinks I'm the "prettiest mommy in the whole world". Then again, he thinks green, warted toy dragon is the "the han'somest dragon in the whole world."
Heather - Rock on in your socks and sandals!
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