Mrs. Nurse Boy here.
So, here we are, right in the middle of wedding season. I love going to weddings. I love to farm the kids out and spend the evening with my husband while watching young love make a lifelong commitment. Mostly, I love reflecting back on our big day. We had NO IDEA what we were getting ourselves into, but we were in love. Love could conquer all, right?
We usually spend the evening remembering what it was like to go out to eat (and not ask for the kiddie menu), to live in an apartment (with a FREE, ON CALL maintenance man), and to buy what you wanted when you wanted it (and, I am NOT talking diapers and wipes). Oh, don't get me wrong, we LOVE our life now, but it sure was simple back then.
Simple and we didn't even know it.
But, I digress. I really want to discuss something deeper and much more profound.
We are right in the middle of the wedding season and I have NOTHING to wear. My dresses are around 10 years old. I have been staying home with the kids for about 10 years and it shows. I am armed with a closet full of flip flops and capris, not formal attire.
Well, I decided that I needed to purchase something trendy and cute. Something that didn't scream, "I've been staying home for 10 years and this dress has seen spit up, poop, and probably some vomit. Don't look too close or you might spot the stains."
What? Your dresses don't talk?
I marched myself right into a local dress shop and did what every mother of 3 does. I hit the clearance rack.
I know, I was living on the edge.
There I found it. A dress that screamed, "Yes, I stay home, but I can be trendy, too!" (I know that may not be what you want your dress to scream, but I'll take it. I AM a mommy with a tight budget and a not-so-tight rump.)
It also screamed, "Dry Clean Only."
I bought it anyway. I mean, my kids are older. I should be able to squeeze a couple of wearings out of it before it needed a good cleaning, right?
Nurse Boy then surprised me by taking me to a nice Italian restaurant about an hour BEFORE the first wedding of the season. You already know where this is going, don't you? Yeah, we spilt an amazing dish of Fettuccine Alfredo and it left a lasting impression...in at least 4 different spots across my chest. Yeah, real subtle. Not to mention that I couldn't blame it on the kids since they weren't with us. I was one hot mama sporting my Fettuccine stains all night long. Don't think I didn't see all of you who were whispering and pointing. And, don't tell me you were just pointing at my awesome hair. It wasn't a good hair day either.
Then, I had to pay $15 to dry clean a $30 dress after only ONE wearing.
I guess it wasn't such a bargain after all.
And, maybe those stains on the old dresses weren't from my kids. But, we will just keep that between us, K?
16 hours ago