I was really highly streamlined and super-organized and technically advanced like some chicks.  I saw this gal today who had her cell phone earpiece on and it was connected so she could have a real, relaxed and casual conversation in her tidy little jog suit while she seamlessly unloaded her stuff from her Walmart cart into her clean and shiny SUV with both hands.  (Her children were probably in the back seat quietly nibbling their yummy snacks Mom had remembered to pack for them in those little Ziplocks.  At home her files are probably perfect and her floors spotless and her children go to bed on time  and when she says dinner will be at 6 it’s served at 5:55.  Arghghg.)  Unlike me who’s ‘hands-free’ driving style is to hand the ringing phone to my hungry son so he can  take and give messages while I drive home where dinner will be served ‘asap’.  Arghghg. I’ve tried the earpiece thing and basically, no one can ever hear me clearly due to…whatever? Thus I have to repeat myself so many times  it makes everything awkward, so I give up, especially because I have to remember to charge the earpiece…along with remembering to create lesson plans and correct math and address character issues and check the chore charts and…it’s victory just to remember to plug in my cell phone every night.  Instead of trendy togs, I had just finished my power walk   so I was wearing these longish, dorky jog shorts with a shrunken, stained white top and a ball cap and no make-up and a stringy little pony tail, carrying my huge brown feed-bag purse through two grocery stores plus Walmart.  Enough to embarrass my children, I’m sure!  I got home and found my son was overjoyed to have been offered a job at a local smoothie shop…but he needed a ‘work permit’ (his father and I permit him to work, ok?  Apparently not good enough in the state of California).  Hmm…I know I just saw that permit form yesterday in one of my zillion file folders, just give me ‘a minute’ to dig…dinner will simply have to wait…Double arghghgh.  Where is that perfect woman when I need her?

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