I am "that" mom

You know the one. She's the mom you don't want to be. Screaming kids? Check. House in shambles? Check. Much needed visit coming from the fashion police? Check check check . . .

But it wasn't always that way. Once upon a time I had a "real job". I wore clothes that didn't make me look harried AND (get this) I actually got a hair cut more than once a year. Sigh. I had such nice hair.

Fast forward three years and three kids later (what??? Twins happen.) and I cannot honestly tell you the last time I bought new clothes or had a haircut. Oh wait. The haircut? Last fall in between the twins' birthday and Thanksgiving. I know this by looking at the two photos I own that I happen to be in.

Anyway, I do probably a hundred (okay two hundred) things wrong a day. And now you get to laugh at me while I laugh at myself. Or if you prefer, join me in the "that mom" corner. I've got Choxie . . .