THAT mom!

I think that all moms must embarrass their kids. And I hold myself on a really high pedestal for being the "cool mom." Apparently this isn't a title you can give yourself, because my son has made me aware on a couple occasions, just how embarrassing I am.




And I get it. My mom to this day can make me say, "Moo-om!" She can't order her food right, dress appropriately, or wear her hair right. Sometimes she wears Capri pants with socks and tennis shoes. Mooo-ooom, come on, get with it. When I was young, I hated going shopping with her. She would try on clothes in the middle of the store, over her other clothes. She would even tell us to try the clothes on this way. I remember wanting to die! Why couldn't we be like everyone else and go to the fitting rooms?





"We are in a hurry," she'd say. Oh, and like spending ten minutes trying on jeans over your other jeans saves tons of time! And how can you judge if it really fits anyway? Its like when she used to just hold them up to you. That NEVER worked! Yet, we never used a fitting room.





Awhile back I was in a parking lot dropping My BFF off at her car. I needed her approval on this sweater dress I bought before I wore it that night. Because sometimes you really need a second opinion. I had on a tight shirt and so I put it over the shirt and pulled down my jeans so she could get the effect better. Bryce whines from the car, "Moo----om! What are you doing? You can't change here in the parking lot."





OH MY GOD!! I thought....


I just became my mother.





Then there was another incident. We were lounging around the house a couple weekends ago. I was wearing what I call booty shorts and a tank top. Nothings too bad, I thought. I was saying we should go get ice cream together.





Bryce said, "Are you going to wear that?!"





I said, "What's wrong with this?" Although I had no intention of wearing it out. He should know I have better fashion sense than that!





He said, "Well, I can kinda see your butt and they are a little short."





Haha. I guess, I need to wear more clothing around the house because I have a little son who really does not want his eyes to hurt. I understand though. I used to see what my mom wore to bed and was like you have got to be kidding me! That moo-moo needs a slip! He is getting older, and I'm not really sure I'm prepared for this change. I guess I'm going to have to go flannel pants shopping, sorry Bobby!





There was only one other, embarrassing mom moment I can think of. Three ain't bad. I am still in the cool mom club...right?