So - the weekend.
Saturday was Cass's birthday party - he cleaned up with dinosaurs and cars and auto garages (and I thought you liked me, Sister-In-Law? Why did you throw me mercilessly into the land of Toys with Many Small Parts?) and a gorgeous snow outfit - he had a Superman cake and a terrific time.
Sunday was Thanksgiving dinner (Thanksgiving is actually tomorrow) and we all had lovely food and good wine and great conversation at the Other Sister-In-Law's (to be referred to as the Good SIL, heh) and then when we came home I put the 10000 part toy together and it works and C loves it. And kudos to me! I put it together without teaching the kids any new swear words!
I'm going to link to Friday Playdate, because Susan wrote about something that really made me think this weekend, all about forgetting ourselves as beautiful women as we puzzle out motherhood.
What I'm saying is this: answering to 'Mommy' doesn't mean that you don't deserve to wear clothes that are not playgroup appropriate and talk to other adults about something other than poop every once in a while. But wearing only sweatpants can make us feel that way.
Go read it. It's a phenomenal post by a very good writer.
So today I dug out my contacts, found a nice pair of black slacks, and blew my hair dry. I even wore a little make-up (At home! Shocking!)
Rosey took one look and started jabbering 'Eyes!' at me. Then when I didn't take the hint, she went upstairs to find my glasses for me herself. After she brought them down (B intercepted them swiftly and handed them off) she and I did a little naming of body parts:
Nose! Mama's nose! (she jabbed her own and then mine)
Toes! Mama's toes!
Eyes! R faltered. She touched her eyelid and stared at me. Then...she touched my hand holding the glasses.
In other words, my daughter thinks these frames just 'growed there', like Topsy.
I don't mind that so much - glasses are perfectly fine, and I'm actually more comfortable in them than the contacts, but the idea that she would think they grew there and were a part of me was sobering.
So next week? Going to work more on Me, and not just the Mommy-me.
After all, I deserve it!