When did I suddenly become the uncool one?? I am in my late 20s and yet have not set my foot into anything remotely fancy or “lady like” in. . . well, I would rather not admit this one. I no longer even know HOW to walk in a pair of high heels. I looked in my closet the other day and saw my old four inch stilettos, collecting their share of dust. I would fall flat on my face, is all I could think.
Speaking of such, I did fall flat on my face the other day and all I was wearing were flat flip flops. I was in the hotel’s lobby, holding my son and about to walk the literal two steps up to the top level.
Literally, I took air with this awful spill. I did manage to save my son from any harm but my ego: a completely different story. A group of ten people came rushing over to me, asking if I was okay. Everyone else in the lobby simply stared straight my way.
Am I okay?? Seriously?
I just tripped over two measly steps. No, I am not okay. I am embarrassed beyond words.
I am not even wearing high heels!!!
My sister came into town recently and asked what good places there were in the area for her and her boyfriend to check out. I could name off the best playground structures, splash pads, and libraries in the area. It seems this was not exactly what she had in mind. I was stumped for any other information. . .
Oh, I knew where a brand new Target just opened!!
I am a mom and I am a bit of a nerd. Perhaps a little embarrassing to admit sometimes, but I am perfectly content nonetheless. Parents were uncool back when I was growing up and it seems the cycle carries on. I trip and fall, I wear t-shirts and flip flops, I get excited about new play structures and grocery stores.
I am a nerd–a mom nerd. I am the happiest nerd in all the world.
“In fact, the world needs more nerds.” -Ben Bernanke