Today, I spent the entire morning with a piece of blueberry between my two front teeth. I don’t know what’s more troubling – the piece of blueberry between my teeth or the fact that between Walmart, the Tim Horton’s drive through and Emily’s doctor office, that no one had the decency to tell me of this hideous purple embarrassment.
Before I had Emily, I would never have let this embarrassment get past the bathroom doors in my own home. Why? Because I looked in the mirror a heck of a lot more before Emily. Now…my mirror encounters are reserved for the 5 minute make-up application in the morning and the 2 minute face wash before bed. Other than that, what you see is what you get. I prefer it this way – I have more time to focus on more important things. However, I would appreciate a little head’s up the next time I walk around with something between my teeth, or when my fly is down, or when there’s spit up down my back. Is that so much to ask?