B Track Music Program

On Friday, Mar gave me a call from school around 2:00 pm.

"Did you remember that our music program is today?"

"What time was it again?" (Trying to cover the fact that yes, I had received the email about it, but no, I had NOT put it on the calendar, or remembered that it was, in fact, today.)

"2:30."

"I'll be there."

I didn't have to go in to work that day (darn! I missed the field trip to the Train Museum!), and had done little else than roll out of bed that morning and put on sweats.  I quickly made a mental time schedule of what it would take to be presentable and ready in 20 minutes.

Just then, Brad, our basement-finishing-guy, called my name.  Could I come make a decision or two on a couple of items in the basement?  I ran downstairs for the 20 minute (of course) conversation.

SO...

I attended the music program in my sweats and glasses.  No time for contacts.  No time for make-up.  No time for a thorough teeth-brushing.  Just me and my nasty get-out-of-bed self.  At 2:30 in the afternoon.

I was worried about the embarrassment-factor for Mar, but I caught her eye as I came in, and knew I had made the right decision to just suck it up and come, rather than skip due to my own pride.  I sat right behind the bling-ed out mom in her bedazzled Miss Me jeans, jewel-covered belt, multi-colored high/low-lighted hair, deep-bronzed skin, and twinkling diamond-pierced nose.  

(It was a lesson in contrast.  Underdressed-naked-faced-forty-something-looking-more-like-50 v. Over-the-top-forty-something-trying-to-look-twenty-something.  Seriously.  From the back I thought she was much younger.  Then I saw her face.)

I patiently sat through the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade presentations.  Finally, it was time for Mar's class.

I was surprised that Mar had a solo part, since she had not mentioned it to me before.
I was totally impressed.

It was worth it.

As I was waiting to take Mar home after the program, her teacher walked by, took one look at me, and said, "Don't you just love those last-minute phone calls?"  

I am more than my appearance on a busy stay-at-home work day.