I've been staying away from the blog because life is complicated and messy and all things important have been COMPLETELY up in the air.
And really, I can only post about that stuff so much before even I want to pull my hair out.
So yesterday I cozied up on the couch with the rain pelting down outside, and I attempted to soothe such blue-ness while eating my weights worth of chocolate, licorice, diet soda, cookies, PB&J, and the most amazing de-lish cheese pizza....
kind of in that order.
Weirdly, it didn't help.
Here's what did:
At the end of my mopey day, I headed out to pick up my foster son from preschool.
As I walked in, I found that not a one of the teachers would look me in the eye.
Perhaps they noticed I hadn't showered?
It was worse.
As his teacher handed me his things, one of which was the plastic bag that had held his lunch, she said with a smile, "I think you may have packed a little something extra for his lunch today."
Confused, I began to undo the DOUBLE KNOT of the bag and cautiously I peered inside....
....only to see my STRAPLESS BRA.
My 32A (since the secrets out anyway),
what appears to be a training bra but really isn't,
Inside my fosters son lunch bag.
At his private christian preschool.
Where sometimes the pastor lunches with the kids.
Where I have to show my face twice a week....
And because I wanted them to think I had noticed I went the day without it, I exclaimed,
"Oh! So, that's where it was! I was so looking for it all day!"
She went on to tell me with a giggle that they all had a good laugh as the entire preschool sat at the lunch table while my little guy whipped out the contents of his lunch before them all, and then yelled,
"A BRA?!? WHAT IS A BRA DOING IN MY LUNCH?!?"
And seriously, what WAS a bra doing in his lunch?
You don't want to know.
In my defense, it WAS an accident though.
As though being in a foster home wasn't enough to send him to therapy....now he'll really have issues.
At the very least, it totally made me laugh.
An honest, from my gut, laugh....
and while it was at my expense,
it was still the exact medicine I needed.
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