The Right Outfit at the Wrong Time
I've always said any outfit is appropriate, it just depends on where you are when you wear it. For example, I wore a nightie and yoga shorts to a pole dancing class last year, but I wore a conservative tweed skirt and black sweater with an attached bow (almost prissy!) to my grandfather's funeral. Last Tuesday, forevermore to be remembered as Forgotten Child Day, I had slipped into an outfit to attend the Gorgeous and Green fashion show in San Francisco with fellow SV Mom Blogger Sarah G. who was covering the story for her blog, SF Bay Style.
I'm certain that when Forgotten Child's Mom rang my doorbell at 5pm and found me in a somewhat sexy backless black outfit and too much mascara for a playdate mom, that I got the Bimbo of the Day award in her world. I'm sure her first thought was "what is she DOING dressed like this while hosting a playdate??" If I'd danced Victoria Jackson's "I am not a Bimbo" song (1990sSaturday Night Live) in my entry , it might have actually helpedthe situation. My first thought was, "OH...MY....GOD... I forgot to calendar the playdate and left the boys at Kids Club."
Her second thought occurred after she glanced around the too-neat and quiet house realizing that the boys were not there. She and I had initiated the playdate the day before in a conversation, and I never put it in my Outlookcalendar. If I'd looked, I would have realized that I did not have a normal afternoon and evening that day, but a big event to attend. But, I went to bed that night without getting on my computer and thus I plain forgot about it. My response to her question, "Where are the boys?" was to clap my hand over my gaping mouth and profusely apologize to her back as she turned on her heel and quickly headed to her car.
I hit one of those parenting lows - I was feeling SO guilty for my gaffe. It was only slightly comforting to know the boys were safely playing at Kids Club. I'd forgotten someone else's child. Noteven the excitement of going to the fashion showbenefiting Global Green could distractme from my intense guilt over Forgotten Child. I imagined being forever snubbed by Forgotten Child's Mom and other moms who know her. I still feel really horrid about the incident.Continued on the next page