Being Mom is my top priority. It comes before my career, my own friendships, and (obviously) housework. This means I spend a lot of time sitting at practices watching the daughter cheer, kick balls, or whatever the hell else she’s into at the moment.
Which is why I don’t really have time to do loads and loads of laundry.
Oh, who am I kidding? Even if I sat at home all day long doing absolutely nothing, I’d still skip the laundry. It’s totally the suck.
When I went to get the daughter dressed, I realized her little zebra cheer shorts were in the washing machine–wet. No problem, we still had 20 minutes and they’re made of Lycra  That was more than enough time to dry… And so I threw them in with the other clothes I didn’t want to hang up last time I did the wash, then proceeded to help the daughter put on her cheer shirt, shoes, and socks. I even did her hair in a cute ponytail complete with matching bows. (That’s right- bow to my supermom hair fixing abilities. Also, I’m just now noticing that bow and bow are spelled the same…)
We jumped in the car, water bottle and snack in hand, with plenty of time to spare, and drove down to the gym. Finally. I was getting a handle on my five year old’s crazy schedule- and owning it.
I opened up the daughter’s car door to let her out of the child proofed backseat, and just as she was about to jump down, I noticed…
Under her cute little tank, there were no snazzy zebra shorts… instead, all she had on was a pair of bright yellow panties.
I FORGOT TO PUT PANTS ON MY OWN KID!!
*hangs head, walks away*
