Why is it when you venture out in public, with unbrushed hair, no make up and yesterday’s clothes, you meet everyone? The fancy Mam from your kid’s school. Your ex-boyfriend and every random person you haven’t seen in twelve years?
You know those days when parenting is winning the battle? You have succumbed to it’s overwhelming magnitude. The house is a mess. You barely got the kids out to school after a morning from hell. The baby is full of mashed banana and you need to run into Lidl for chocolate, pastries and coffee to ensure survival through the day.
It’s then, standing in the checkout line, when all the ghosts of your past appear (or am I the only one this happens to?).
Standing there doing a mental check-list of horror. Glance at my outfit choice (tracksuit bottoms, baggy jumper– shit do I have a bra on?…no!!!!). Hair tied back in a ‘mum bun’ to hide the fact it is unbrushed. Not a scrap of make up, except perhaps the attractive smudge of yesterday’s mascara under my eyes (…mental note to check the car mirror when I return).
A choice has to be made. Avoid eye contact and pretend you don’t see them? Drop everything and flee? Or brazen it out and act like everything is normal and you are not in fact, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole so you could cringe all by yourself.
This situation has happened to me more than once. You would think I would learn from the first horrible experience, but no… I still run out of the house thinking no one will see me, like the fool that I am.
So fellow mothers. Know when you are standing there, going through your checklist of horror and deciding to avoid or brazen it out…I am with you in spirit. The strength of all the mothers before you, will surround your essence. Your face can only go to a certain shade of puce and it will eventually return to normal.
You will survive. And FYI, that chocolate will taste so much better once you finally get home!