Last night while I was at work a certain book, Q & A a day, caught my eye. We've had this book for a while now, probably the entire time I've worked at Anthropologie. Actually, probably even longer than that and I've always managed to walk right passed it, even straightened it up before and never really noticed it until last night. There wasn't any particular reason why I picked the book up to see what was inside, I think I subconsciously was drawn to it last night. I think I was supposed to discover this book yesterday because today something really funny happened that made my purchase from last night really ironic.
Today I ran up to my favorite store in the world, known as the grocery store. I hate grocery shopping. It is the worst. Especially since I don't cook, I don't have the least bit of interest to go inside any grocery store. To Joey, the grocery store is Heaven. He loves grocery shopping because he loves cooking. So if you haven't figured it out yet, Joey is the one who cooks around here. Anyways, I am at the grocery store this morning picking up a few things that Tory and I need and the experience isn't going bad. Although it does take me forever to find the milk and the eggs and the dog food but eventually I find them. That place is a maze. Tory isn't fussing too badly, especially after I get her a grapefruit drink and a cookie so I would say that everything was running pretty smoothly.
It wasn't until I got to my car and looked in my rear view mirror that I realized that I had bright, pink lipstick all over my mouth. Like all over. I looked like a clown. That is also when I realize that I had put on lipstick instead of my sheer, lip-gloss. When I saw myself in the mirror, I wanted to die. I was so humiliated. I've been so stressed out lately, my post-partum depression has really been bad and this lipstick moment was kind of a comic relief. I was embarrassed but at the same time I busted out laughing. Although now that I am writing about it, I kinda want to cry.
When I got home from the grocery store, I text my mom and told her what had happened. I told her that everyone at the grocery store probably thought I was crazy and she told me that it was okay -that all moms go through experiences like that. She said that when I was younger, she had worn two different shoes to one of my parent’s nights at school and she didn't do it on purpose. It is just when you're a parent, your brain doesn't function how it used to. My memory is horrible, I wash my hair probably three times in one shower because I can't remember if I washed my hair or not. I would lose my head if it wasn't attached and I was never like this before I had a child. I was on point, all the time. Focused. Ready. Prepared. And now I am just a hot mess.
But here is where I had my ironic moment. I look inside my Q & A a day book once I get home, after I text my mom and I read what the question is for the day. And this is what it says, "Who is the craziest person in your life?" (insert big laughs here). I didn't need to think about this question at all and I sure as hell didn’t hesitate before I screamed out, “ME!!” I am the craziest person in my life. My husband would probably agree.