Changed for the better? It's all in perspective.

One thing about being a mom... actually about growing up in general… it really has freed me from caring what people think all the time.

You see, I found myself at the mall last week.

With 4 kids.

Wearing the shirt I wore the day before.

And the same mascara that I slept in.

And the same deodorant.

And the Salt Lake Marathon ball cap from 2004 that I have worn 8000 times since then to hide my hair.

Unbrushed teeth.

And I didn’t care.

(I am losing friends right now, aren’t I.)

I KNOW!!!!! DO I HAVE NO SHAME?!!!!!

I was at the mall pretty much the way I rolled out of bed!!!

My high school self would be pretty horrified.

You see, I thought I’d take the kids to the park that morning and after getting them all dressed I was too tired to get myself ready and come on it’s just the park. But then Nate wanted to meet for lunch after so we decided on the food court for fun and I went straight there.

And that's why a bunch of dirty, ratty, damp kids (the slides were all wet) and their sorry looking momma were among upkept, fashionable, cute mall-goers.

I mean what are appearances to me?? Nothing I tell you!

Yep, I’m pretty proud of myself that I didn’t even care. Well, 98% didn’t care.

Somewhere in the other 2% was the fear that I’d run into someone I knew.

Hey I’m not perfect…

Because also at church yesterday I wore a long skirt with slits up the sides and when I got to church I realized I forgot to shave my legs and they were EMBARRASSINGLY hairy and apparently I do have shame when it comes to hairy legs cause I died at the thought that anyone would see and tried to walk and sit so those slits wouldn’t fly open and man that was awkward.

It’s a good thing my kids won’t remember my hairy legs or the way I smell. They’ll just remember the good times, right?

Some park excursions:

 

Pink and purple gloves. 

Jenna and Carter learned how to cross bars all by themselves, they were excited.  Nice undies.

 

Lagoon!