Moms just can’t keep up with it all.
So how was I to remember it was “crazy day” at my kids’ school? It’s a day when they can wear crazy outfits and style their hair CrAzY. To be honest, this was a day when my family would finally blend in.
Crazy day wasn’t something I wrote on my calendar, nor did I get a reminder from the school—so “crazy day” was put on my: “I don’t care” list.
Why had I forgotten? I don’t know, but you wouldn’t have known the difference if my kids had arrived looking like this.
When I dropped them off at school, they were so disappointed when they saw other kids strolling through the school doors with Mohawks, backward clothes, and 80’s legwarmers. Wait. That’s in style again. My bad.
I desperately tried to reassure the kids that we’d do crazy day the next time it came around. I left it at that. I blew them air kisses and anxiously drove off, ubberly excited to clean the spilled milk off the table, load the dishes, and wash loads of stinky underwear. We moms live the high life. Yeah, baby! You want a piece of this? Today, I’m wearing the scent of ‘Poopy Ala Mode’ (Courtesy of the deposits made by an innocent 2 year old.) It has a faint hint of formaldehyde. (I swear, whatever I changed was alien and must have crawled up inside him and died.) That lovely smell is mixed with the tangy scent of Clorox wafting off my skin from the sterile spritz bath I took following afterwards.
This is the new smell of sexy.
When Bisquick came home that afternoon from car pool she bopped into the house and informed me with excitement, “I missed out on crazy day, but I still got to go crazy!”
She laughed as though she had just preformed a magical trick and I had missed it all. Hmmm….her disappearing act didn’t work she was still standing there…(I’m kidding, I’m kidding.)
I studied her carefully. She looked normal to me. But I stared at her with a critical eye—expecting a Picasso to jump out at me. Her pants were on right, her shirt was facing the right direction, her hair was semi-normal—
“I turned my underwear backwards at school!” she exclaimed with glee, clapping like an animated monkey holding cymbals. “HAHAHA!! I wore my underwear backwards all day! I’m CrAzY!”
I’m not going to ask what she does when it’s crazy day and she’s sixteen, in high school, and wearing a bra…