I once saw the biggest…hunk of raspberry on my shirt ever.
Earlier this week, we had an IEP meeting with some teachers and staff members at our kids’ school where they take speech. This was the first meeting of this type that Steve had attended with me.
As I walked in the kitchen before we were scheduled to leave one of the boys asked Steve why he was so dressed up. I didn’t think his clothes looked any differently than his usual work attire, nice slacks and an Oxford shirt, but he was telling them that he was dressed nicely because he wanted to look respectable in front of the school staff.
I looked at Steve and rolled my eyes. He said to me, “It doesn’t hurt to dress respectably for a meeting like this.” Was that directed at me? I suppose since we homeschool we could present our best side so as not to give them reason to believe we don’t know what we’re doing.
I said, “Well I kind of ruined that when I was a half hour late for the first meeting and came in wearing sweatpants, a hoodie and baseball hat. Or the second meeting when I went to the entirely wrong school and was a half hour late.”
He looked at me and I just knew he was thinking, For real?
I shook my head. Because if there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s dressing to impress. It makes me puke a little inside – that whole Fakey McFake thing. I was not going to change my clothes, nor dress up.
But then I started thinking about Steve’s little lesson to the boys about what we wear and what it says about us.
Then I started thinking, Does Steve think I’m a slob? Maybe I’m being stubborn. Maybe I should change. Humph.
I went upstairs and took off my purple hoodie and put on a striped V-neck sweater over the t-shirt I was already wearing. I did not change my jeans. I combed my hair back into a ponytail. I put on earrings, which I knew would make my ear holes bleed like they did the last time I wore them at BlogHer in July, but I wanted to look respectable, right?
I looked in the mirror and thought I looked presentable. I had even inadvertently showered the night before. I felt satisfied with my attempt at looking good. That’s when I noticed the biggest hunk of raspberry I’d ever seen in my life sitting in the center of my chest. Okay, maybe not the biggest, but…okay, maybe it was small, but whatever, I need something to fit this sentence prompt!
The size didn’t matter, it just mattered that it was there, it was prominent and it meant that I almost went to a meeting at the school, representing homeschoolers, with a giant hunk of thawed-out raspberry on my chest.
Then I thought, I am a sloppy pig…but I don’t really care.
I pulled off the sweater and threw it on the bed as if I were throwing a mad cat off my arm. I changed my t-shirt and put the stupid sweater back on. I went downstairs and put on my coat. Well, at least I’m showered and not wearing my sweatpants and hot pink Crocs.
I felt like Steve had won his little respectable dress speech battle…the one that I was having with him in my head.
We drove to the school while I had a pity party over being a sloppy pig. We went into the school and met with the staff. And I couldn’t help but notice that every member of the school staff was wearing jeans at that meeting. Sure, none of them had raspberries on their chests, but they were all wearing jeans.
Well, maybe I’m not such a sloppy pig after all.
How do you dress? Do you walk around with giant hunks of raspberry on your shirt?
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