Ah! Home at last! We had a lovely long weekend in upstate NY and even though it was punctuated by horrible day-long downpours and power outages we had a lovely time at my future sister-in-law's bridal shower, at the beach with my parents, flying kits with my dad, making cookies with my mama and general family bonding time with my handsome brothers and lovely f-s-i-l =) The girls were awesome on the way UP to NY but were DEFINITELY not in the mood for the 6 hour trip home today. There wasn't too much screaming--just a general sadness and grumpiness about them! ha!
Here's where it gets awkward...
We left pretty early this morning so we got back right at nap time (SCORE!) and after we laid the girls down I ran out to the car to shuffle some things around. And of course, as soon as I got home I peeled off all my layers and put on grungy lounging clothes, took out my contacts and tossed my hair up in an "awesome" high, messy, bun on the top right of my head that would have put Princess Leia's 'do to shame. I was power walking to the car in case any of my neighbors might peak outside and see my sinful shameful apparel and even ducked skillfully into the car when a new neighbor (whom I haven't yet met) walked out to her car--I mean, that is a first impression no one deserves to have! So I thought I'd made it in the clear and was heading back from the car with an armload of road-trip-trash, froggy backpack and assorted baby toys when I heard,
"Hey! Don't I know you from somewhere? Weren't you a teacher at Ar*****?"
I froze and felt my stomach literally drop to the ground. Here I was in all my dirty blue skirt, stretched out see-throughish-tank-top, husband's too big flip flops, weird hair, lopsided glasses and armful of crap....ah, yikes. I thought about just running for the door but turned around to be faced with one of my past students. Of course he wanted to tell me everything he had been up to and I nodded and smiled while clutching my car junk to my chest to hide as much of my "outfit" as possible. I tried to keep the reunion short and stumbled into the house--only to resolve to never EVER go to my car again without, at least, non-embarrassing clothes on.
And that my friends is why my cheeks are currently red. And yes, I may be a bit sensitive but it was a moment, and it was awkward so I just thought I'd share. A new installment of Haybales to Highways tomorrow in honor of my 7th wedding anniversary! Woot! and good night!