This is my uniform

Being a stay-at-home mom of little kids, my personal appearance ranks low on the priority list. When the doorbell rang around 2 p.m. and I was still in my pajamas, I was greeted by the UPS driver with the words,

One of your headlights is out.

I was at a Bible study with my church group, which is normally all women. This one particular day, someone’s husband decided to come along and was seated across from me. I had my newborn baby with me, and when she got fussy, I excused myself to nurse her. When I returned to my seat, I noticed the man staring at my chest with a somewhat confused and bewildered expression. I was rather put off by this, but when I looked down, I understood.

I’d like to say the children drove me to this….

I was at a discount grocery store with my children. I was wearing a flannel shirt that had a couple of holes and some tears in it. From the front pocket, a crumpled piece of paper and a baby sock were protruding. To top it off, I had misbuttoned the shirt. A woman came up to me and said, 

Better leave the fashion to the females.

One Sunday my husband was in charge of getting our sons ready for Mass and then meeting me at the church. When he arrived with the boys, it was quickly apparent that my husband is not as in tune with our children’s wardrobes as I am.

Wardrobe Malfunctions

My parents dropped by unannounced one day. I met them in the driveway, and as I was talking, a nursing pad suddenly fell right out of my shirt. Silence ensued as we all stared down at it. Finally, my father burst out laughing. I picked it up, turned, and replaced it as casually as I could, but I know my face was red, probably even after they had driven away. Becky, mother of 4