Strange Magic
This afternoon I was wearing plaid shorts with mis-matched ankle socks and pulling weeds from the yard of the house I bought this morning in a small Wisconsin town. My husband called me from running errands at Home Depot to inquire about light switches and lettuce. I strapped the kids into their car seats to head home and, without a hint of irony, put ELO on the iPod. This hour of my life actually happened, and it totally blows my mind.
This is the situational drama that my young adult self swore would never happen. I was never going to “act like a total mom”. I was going to listen to Public Enemy, wear scarves in the summer and read Hunter S. Thompson books until my eyes bled.
But after five years of Momming, being cool takes way too much time and effort. Besides, it turns out that I really like AM Gold (thanks to Dentist Jam nights in Milwaukee) and super short socks that allow my calves to breath. It may be the life that would make any 19 year old cringe, but even that strangely makes it all the more gratifying.
-M
3 years ago • Notes