Proof below (black and brown--not even close):The story of the mismatched shoes:
Tonight was Young Women in Excellence, a big night for the YW. I was in charge of all the musical numbers and hoping for a smooth night. I was feeling very proud of myself, all freshly showered, with no spit up on the shoulder, make up on, and hair straightened. Looking good. As I'm leaving, my child is screaming for me (very common these days as I am the only one that can calm him down) and so while holding him--all 22.5 lbs of him-- I finish getting my things to go out the door. No hands, I open the closet and dig one foot into the pile of shoes and put a shoe on one foot...I then dig with the other foot a little more and put another shoe on. Peep toe...heel...check.
Fast forward 3 hours until activity is over...
YW leader: "Angela, did you realize you were wearing two different shoes?"
Then one of the young women piped in: "yeah, I noticed that during the program. I didn't tell you because I figured there was nothing you could do about it. I told a few of the other girls though."
Then, trying to make me feel better she said: "It's okay, it happens sometimes."
To which I replied with: "I actually don't think it does happen...ever..."
End of embarassing story.
I was laughing so hard I was crying. So, maybe I've lost my mind...but at least I haven't lost my sense of humor! Anyone else ever have mommy moments like this?