Descent

SATURDAY:

I went with Chris to a work party.  Unlike past years, this year I prepared ahead.  I scouted out a dress a couple months ago, went shopping for new shoes (I finally gave up on thinking the cracked sole really isn't so bad--I mean, whose going to look down there anyway), found some black patent leather high heel maryjane strap beauties (Joseph likes 'em too), asked all my girlfriends opinions on pearls vs. diamond studs, and showered at 3 in the afternoon (closed-toe negated the need for fresh polish).  Oh, and I plucked my eye brows during Joseph's nap while Chris had the boys at the movie.  Took up about all of his nap, plus ten extra minutes to unfold my legs after being cramped indian-style so long on the bathroom counter, and I needed three people to verify unity amongst the brows afterward but everyone gave me a positive "identical."  Little extra make up than normal, tamed hair (as much as possible)--point is, by the time 6:30 came along me and my little knee length black number were looking H-O-T hot.  (I can say this since I am not posting a picture and you have only my unabashedly biased opinion to count on.)  

SUNDAY:

Me in a ankle length, roomy skirt, long sleeve turtle neck, nylons, and black flats, NO NECKLACES OR DANGLY EARRINGS OF ANY KIND.  It was Primary Program Day.  I was in charge of seven four year olds.  We sat on the first pew and moved to risers in front of the podium for their speaking parts and each song.  During these times I crouched in front of them in the isle and pulled out every trick in the book to keep them smiling, singing, and away from picking noses, pulling pig tails, and bumping each other off the risers.  Some of these children are little boys, my Will one of them.  Some of these little boys like to jump spread-eagle off the risers into my arms when I am precariously balanced on the balls of my feet basically sitting on my heels.  Due to a couple program practices I was aware of this tendency and debated wearing shorts under my skirt to avoid the horror of being knocked flat on my backside in the middle on the isle with my skirt around my shoulders.  But the bulkiness was just too much, I had to maintain some dignity.  Thankfully, each time a child caught air off the risers I saw in the nick of time and was able to brace myself before impact and smoothly swing the darling into my lap without incident.  The program came off without a hitch and I took a shower as soon as I got home.

TODAY:

Old jeans, long sleeve waffle tee, sweatshirt, red slippers, pony tail, pockets full of tissues, chapped lips and red nose.  We all have colds.  We made it to the grocery store but other than that laid low and nursed a Zycam swab.

TOMORROW:

Well, who knows, we'll set our goal for:  shower.

So if you need a warm, cozy place to hang out this week--throw on your sweats, pack up your kids, grab a box of tissues and come on over.  We'll hang in the basement, play hot wheels and pillow fights, and dream of pretty shoes.