I’ve been trying to come up with something fabulous, witty, and above all, interesting to write about for the past week. I’ve got nothing.
So I’m revisiting My Last Public Failure. You know, the ridiculously structured blog schedule that was impossible to follow? Im. Poss. I. Ble. Literally. I didn’t even make it through one week. Pathetic.
So, in honour (I really prefer that spelling. Doesn’t it look fancy?) Like I was saying, in honour of that dismal display, and since today happens to be a Wednesday (which, if you consult the aforementioned post should be Wednesday Vent Day) you get to hear it. My vents. My whines. (Not to be confused with my wines, because that would be completely different!) My overall feelings of imperfection and looming death.
Because… I have wrinkles. I really noticed it when looking super close at a photo of me and a couple of my friends today (Hi, Nicole and Shantell). Did I mention they are 19 and 20, respectively? Yeah, I’m getting old. Old people die. I’m going to die.
Also, I officially win Worst Mother Of The Decade today. In my distractions with everything I’m trying to do, plus serious sleep deprivation (what’s new?) I did The Unforgivable. More accurately, I missed The Unforgivable. Connor’s last day of kindergarten was today, and I forgot to go. I somehow forgot that they give out diplomas. How did I miss this? What kind of mother forgets that? It’s not new. I graduated from kindergarten myself, eleventy-billion years ago. HOW DID I MISS THIS?
I actually cried when I told Steve about it. Hell, I’m crying now!
To make up for it, I scrapped a photo of him in a dress: