I dropped Super Z off at school a few minutes late today. His tardiness had something to do with me feeling like death warmed over and a lack of preparedness regarding lunches for Play Day.
Because we were late, I actually had to get out of the car to take him in. Usually, the director meets all of the children at the car and ushers them in.
Almost as soon as I got out of the car a lady emerged from the building. I recognized her immediately. She isn't the director of the kindergarten, but she is the Day Program Director, meaning she oversees Mother's Morning Out and kindergarten. I have seen her several times. You would think that this would mean that she has seen me. Right?
I told her that I was sorry that we were late while she checked out my still wet hair (because Hello? I am feeling like death warmed over, remember?) and my comfortable shoes.
Finally she said, "You aren't Super Z's Mother are you?"
"Oh, well I have only seen Dad. I guess I wouldn't put you two together.," she says.
I just smiled, kissed my son, and headed on my merry old crappy looking way to work.
As I got onto the interstate I realized that I was angry. Sometimes it takes me a minute.
What does that mean exactly? You wouldn't put us together? What the hell do you have to do with us being together? What exactly are you trying to say here lady? My husband is too good looking for me? Is that it?
I hope that my general crabbiness today is making me take this worse than I should. I hope that I feel much better about the whole exchange when I am once again in the pink.
You wouldn't put us together??? What the hell?