How to really embarrass yourself as a mom in public

I'm pretty great at humiliating myself. I've become an expert at it. In fact, I dare say, I have not one shred of dignity left for reasons I will slowly reveal over the life of this blog.

On a scale of 1 to 10 this most recent humiliation is pretty mild. But, I still thought it worth mentioning. You know, so you can feel even better about yourself by comparison.

Your welcome.

I bought Thomas this shirt.

Because, you know it's true. Here's the proof:



But, then one day I borrowed it to wear under another shirt in a rush to get out of the house semi- dressed. I was at no time planning to let anyone see me in this shirt.

As is always the case, I took the top shirt off because while out and about one of my girls spilled something all over it. It never occurred to me what shirt I had underneath. It still never occurred to me when I was carrying two screaming kids through Barnes & Noble. But, then, I hear two college (maybe even highschool) aged guys laughing. Then I hear them let out a "woohoo, she makes good babies! that's hilarious!"

And unfortunately, Barnes and Noble does not have a trap door of any kind to swallow up moms who have just humiliated themselves in public. But, I'm putting that at the top of my wish list...