Cue The Banjos

When dinner was over tonight we were a little flustered. Eric only had a few minutes to play with the kids as he had to get to softball practice. Matilda was hysterical because she had rice stuck all over her clothes. Not wanting to deal with it, I just stripped her down to her diaper.

Eric and the kids headed downstairs. Between the confusion and apathy, Sam ended up going outside in his t-shirt, jeans, and Eric's shoes (on the wrong feet). Matilda went out in a saggy diaper, tennis shoes, and her puffy pink winter jacket.

I met them outside where they were playing baseball. I was in striped pajama pants, my Beer Bellyz t-shirt, and a pair of sensible black dress shoes. We truly could not have looked any worse. We live in a nice neighborhood. It was safe to say that we did not look like we belonged.

Eric was the only one who looked okay - t-shirt, athletic shorts, and baseball hat. It wasn't until I looked closer at the stripe on his shorts that I noticed it. "Honey," I said as nicely as possible. "Your shorts are on backwards."

We're pathetic.