I am so glad yesterday is over. Thursday is my new hell day of the week. I spend my time after work doing nothing more than shuttling the daughters back and forth from the high school.
This day, Friday, is bring my hubby to work day. That's right people King Ralph is going to school today. Since it is Heroes Day he was officially invited for an assembly of honor and a breakfast. Being the nice, loving and supportive wife that I am, I am going in early so I can sit next to him in the sea of small people. He has on clean pants and a crisp white shirt--he's looking the part. When I woke this morning thinking about this day, thinking how the school gymnasium will be full of police, fireman and other service workers there are tons of people waking on this day dreading the grief that floods their memories.
I've got to wear "real" shoes today. Yesterday when the "big guy" was in the house and I quickly turned my flip-flopping feet to a soft shuffle. Oh brother who wants to be busted on the job for wearing contraband footwear. I went into hiding. Then I looked at my co-workers feet and joy of joys I have much company. One said to me "J. Crew flops, can't wear J.Crew in the shower." Another said "these are my faves, not in the shower I could slide and slip." Of course my ever favorite line, is my own, "these are my new black flops I don't wear new shoes in the shower." Today's dress code is red, white and blue [jeans] with real-uhg-shoes today. I guess for the Heroes it is worth it.
However, after work (after I gaze at my new very clean windows that flood my home with sunshine) I will do a quick wardrobe change into my favorite spirit wear t-shirt and my yellow polka-dot chucks, cruise to the high school to dress the Color Guard. Because looking like a Flyer in the stands is important under the Friday Night Lights.