How do they do it?! Head held high, wearing heeled shoes, wheeling a stroller down the mall isle...they do it so perfectly....You know the ones. You can't help but wonder how they ever found time to put their outfit together let alone shop for it. Even the stroller doesn't have old food grounded into it's creases - where did they find time to clean it?
I could have half of a day to prepare for an outing and still inevitably have a button missing on my shirt or forget the baby wipes. I'd like to think that I'm all about preparation and keen in anticipating the unforeseen. I guess I'll accept that it's impossible to hide every little flaw. Maybe others have flaws easier to look over. I'll accept that life throws blow-outs (yes, even the poopy ones) and it is full of surprises - ones that couldn't have been prevented or controlled. Through it all, concealed or obvious, I will hold my head high with the un-noticed stain on my shirt and milk spilled in my purse. I'm determined to look dignified in my well meaning attempt.
