My Own Lucy Episode – Part II

If you missed Part I, go get caught up. I’ll wait. Got it? Ok, now here’s the rest…

I get home, and the house is pure chaos. The kids are so unbelievably hyper. The 5 year old won’t nap. Of course he won’t nap. His Poppy is here. We have respite here, and he loves our respite care provider. He never naps for her. Someone had the bright idea to say that he can’t have his iPad if he won’t nap. He’s tired and cranky, and not having his iPad makes it worse. I was really tired and cranky as well. I made it known that whoever had the bright idea to not give him his freakin’ iPad was a dumbshit. It was only punishing everyone, and in my state, I was NOT happy about it. I didn’t have the patience. I was of the mind to just give the kid his damn iPad already. Of course no one did, and so I took my bitchy self and started to get ready.

I opened all my new makeup and brushes and applied to my face. I mourned the loss of what I had the whole time. I lamented that my blush was discontinued. Small problems I know, but really annoying right before an event.

Then I opened the Spanx I bought. The pantyhose I’d been forgetting for weeks. Except they weren’t pantyhose. I put one foot in, and it came out the other side. WTF? It seemed I had gotten a high waisted (read: tucked under my bra) to the knee model. TO THE KNEE. I had about ten minutes to get ready at this point. This is where I was thankful for a couple things. One was that my dress was full length. The other was that I keep knee highs on hand to wear with my boots in the winter. So another Lucy moment: my pieced together pantyhose.

The last part is where I put on my shoes. I had gotten some of those gel inserts where they’re supposed to keep your toes from jamming into the toes of your shoes, and the heel ones to keep the shoes from slipping off. Neither worked. My toes were severely jammed into the toes of my shoes, and the heels kept slipping off, which in turn made my shoes slip off. I just tried not to walk any more than I had to until after dinner when everyone took their shoes off and danced.

Overall, a good time was had by all, and next time, I’m going to know where my makeup is, buy pantyhose ahead of time, and get shoes that fit – not rely on the gel insert thingys.

*I learned at the event that a double strand necklace looks good in the bathroom at home, but in practical application, it kept getting caught around one boob.