I don't allow my kids at home or at school to use the word stupid. I think it sounds yukky...but really, it fits today's post. Sometimes...I am stupid.

So, I had on new clothes because I had a meeting after school...an important meeting that required new clothes for confidence. (Okay, I'll take any excuse to buy new clothes.) My shirt was of the right fabric...stretchy...covers all parts that don't need exposure AND more importantly it snaps right back when pulled on by a five year old. New pants...black...my favorite and new shoes...with heels...loved'em. I even did my NAILS. I never, never, ever do my fingernails. I bathe in hand sanitizer during the day and it's just not conducive to nail polish. I was feeling GOOD! STUPID!

My assistant said it the minute I walked in..."Why are you wearing that? You know what's gonna happen. Some kid's gonna attack today." I should know better than to wear my 'good' clothes to work. STUPID. My shoes made it until 9:30...then the fabric on the toe was worn off while I sat on my knees trying to keep a student from hitting me. My pants made it until 10:00...then my heel caught in the hem and ripped it totally out when I caught my heel in the rotted wooden walkway while chasing a five year old who had escaped from the room. I'm lucky I didn't bust my behind...I did leave one shoe stuck in the hole the heel created in the walkway while I ran after the kid. My shirt was a goner by 10:15. After chasing the kid I was dripping...with...sweat. I broke two nails at some point. I am officially...STUPID.

I used a sharpie to color in the missing toe section of my shoe. Masking tape repaired my hem. White out covered the missing nail polish and I slathered on lotion to mask the sweat smell before my meeting. (I may be stupid but at least I'm resourceful!) I could do nothing about the multiple band-aids on my arms covering scratches and bites. My meeting was swell. I'm sure I made quite an impression.