Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Yesterday was our school open house. The kids were jazzed and I was excited to finally get their school supplies out of the back room.
The kids spent the afternoon swimming with friends and having fun. When it was time to get going I was running around picking up pool toys, throwing away wrappers and trying to get kids dressed. It was in the high 80's with super high humidity. By the time I was finished I was really hot.
We didn't have much time to make it to school so I went inside and stood in front of the fan for a few minutes directing the kids from my cooling off position. I checked the mirror and I didn't look too bad so we got in the car and left.
I helped the kids lug all of their stuff into the school (which is NOT air conditioned) and we made it to the first classroom. I chatted with the teacher and then started to put everything in its designated spots around the room. A few short minutes later it hit me. I started sweating more than I have ever sweat in my entire life. Emerson looked at me and said, "Wo Mom! Why are you so sweaty?" I quick grabbed a paper towel and gently blotted my brow discreetly. It wasn't helping.
I still have three teachers and six bags of stuff to drop off and I look like I just ran a marathon. I'm not sure where it came from but it was bad.
I was mortified! I have never broken a sweat like this in my life.
I made a quick stop in the bathroom and tried to pull myself together. By now my hair is wet and it's kinda hard to hide that. As soon as I wipe my forehead more sweat instantly forms.
I'm very committed to my kids and their classrooms so I dragged myself to the next three rooms as quickly as possible. As soon as it was over, I made a beeline for the front door but not before seeing a bazillion people I knew. I can't remember being that embarrassed in my entire life. "Hi! Oh yes, so nice to see you too. Oh, did I drip sweat on you-- oopsies, sorry about that."
Nasty. Just nasty.
I'm not a huge sweater and now I feel for anyone who is. It's. not. pretty.
Now I'm going to have to spend a good portion of the year trying to amend the teachers first impressions of me. Not. Cool.
I wanted to crawl into a corner and die!
When was the last time you were that embarrassed?
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