Another Fine Moment

So I've had many a moment where I've wondered why I'm allowed out in public. There was the time I accidentally mooned the parents at the preschool graduation (in a church no less). Let's just say it involved an elastic-waist skirt, a tantruming toddler and a thong (cause of course it would have been embarrassing to have a panty line...little did I know what was in store that day).

Then there was the time where I was the only mom who showed up to a school function WAAAY under dressed. All the moms had on these gorgeously flowing dresses and some even were wearing hats! LIKE IT WAS THE KENTUCKY DERBY. Naturally, I showed up in my jeans and tee-shirt. Yeah, that was a good time too.

So given this history, I now tell you about my latest guffaw. Ellie got invited to a birthday party. These moms all dress very classically (think Lilly Pulitzer) and ALWAYS have their hair done in some pleasant manner and yes, make-uped. They are just pulled-together and looking good. They are also part of a group in my town that is rather well-to-do. The party is at like 9:00 am (it was a last minute thing at a venue that books up months and months in advance) and I actually make it on time. Which in and of itself is a huge achievement for me. I'm also feeling rather smug in that I've dress as smartly as I can given my limited wardrobe. And as I'm standing there having a conversation with one of the moms I look down and notice that I AM WEARING MY SHIRT INSIDE OUT.

Ah universe. You know how to get me every time.