long days

I'm not usually one for random acts of kindness, but I apparently couldn't help myself yesterday.

It was bound to happen eventually, that I would run into someone I knew at the new exciting flagship organic grocery store that just opened down the street (<---lame attempt to protect our privacy.) I am there almost every single day, after all, either picking up take out food or buying Lucy a cookie as reward for actually deigning to go to preschool. I am there every single day, and yet we never have anything to eat in our house. But that's another post.

This post is about how out of the goodness of my heart, I decided to drop by the new overpriced supermarket (or Mr. Hooper's Store as Lucy calls it) last night to pick up more take out dinner, since we still had no food in our house. And as luck (well, the odds were very, very good, considering my bathing schedule these days) would have it, I hadn't showered. Or really, brushed my hair. Or washed off the makeup from the day before when I had showered. And also, I have had a total of 5 hours sleep in the last 3 days.

So, of course I ran into some guy I used to date from high school. And his wife. And of course I reached in for an awkward hug when he was just kind of reaching to shake my hand. And of course I smelled too late the unmistakeable aroma of old spitup on my shirt. Except it was probably a foreign smell to him, because they don't have kids. And they looked perky and fresh and tan, like they exercise regularly, and probably sleep fairly often, too. And I looked like, the way I always look now -- haggard and greyish and greasy and maybe a little smelly too. And I can only hope that the silver lining in my personal humiliation is that his very nice-seeming wife went home feeling as fabulous as you do when you run into one of your husband's old girlfriend's from high school, and you know you have nothing to worry about.