Next time I agree to sit at the school Stop & Shop for 5 hours, I hope someone will remind me to bring food, chocolate, and Diet Coke. Today I sat on a metal chair next to my school fundraiser trifold display board. I had quite a number families stop for information about the fundraiser for Yoursphere.com, but the metal folding chair and my aching back. Ow!
Logistics and me are not like “carrots and peas.” We have a love hate relationship. I have a teeny tiny inconsequential problem with time management and scheduling. This problem would not be such a big deal if I was “Musings from the Me the Single, Unencumbered Person,” but with three kids, activities, a husband, and a house to manage it can get a little overwhelming for me.
While sitting in my low to the ground uncomfortable folding chair I couldn’t help noticing the moms who were dressed to the nines for parent-teacher conferences. Heels. Skinny jeans. Sweaters. I also could not help noticing my own garb. Today I dressed for comfort since I knew I would be folded in to a folding chair.
Heels. These feet have not seen heels since the 80s. A broken ankle and then a sprained ankle ended my high heel shoe wearing days. Sneakers or boots all the way. So the casual clothes fit the shoes at least.