Last night Brett and I drove the kids and my mother up to Glen Burnie, MD to celebrate my God Mother, Patsy's 50th birthday. It was in the banquet hall of a church and was decked out with a buffet, dj, and dance floor (more to come on the even in a future blog).
We arrived about 20 minutes before the guest of honor, and spend our time running after the kids on the dance floor and catching up with guests that we knew.
About 2 hours into the night (after I had gone through the buffet line, danced with my kids several times, and spoken with many people), a woman comes up to me in the restroom and whispers that there is "a little something" on the back of my skirt.
I turned my skirt around to get a better look and see what I can only describe as my son's artistic expression in the form of finger painted dried yogurt ALL OVER the back of me.
This just tells you how hectic the house was as we were trying to get to the party that night.
I tried to clean myself up, but the skirt was not forgiving. Plus I figured that the whole party had already gotten a good look so I gave up and went back to the party realizing that I have lost the ability to look cool and be a mom.