So yesterday was our Christmas musical at church and I was one of the five singers out in front. I tell you that so you can understand my little blunder! You see, I am a time-challenged person…majorly time challenged. You can ask anyone who knows me! No matter how hard I try, I always struggle to be on time for things. And trust me…this does not play well with the type-A in me! So naturally I was terrified I would be late Sunday morning…that I’d oversleep (hence I woke every hour in a panic to check the clock), spill my coffee on my outfit (hence no coffee that morning), or have a last minute diaper to change (hence I left before Sean and the girls so he would get stuck with any last minute changes…thanks, Babe!). And I’m proud to announce that not only did I arrive on time, but early! (Applause) Thank you! Thank you!
So I made my way around the church dropping off little Christmas gifts to some lovely people and then began to head to warm-ups. That’s when it happened! Someway…somehow…I lifted my foot…and snagged my tights with my boot! I felt the tug…looked down…and there it was…a hole!
Now I may be half Puerto Rican, but these legs haven’t seen sunlight in a while. Add that to black tights and that hole was like a full moon on a dark night! I will say it wasn’t big, but little by little that pinhole became a dime and then a nickel! It had to be stopped! I ran frantically from room to room looking for every female I could find. Hairspray? Clear nail polish? No! I checked my watch…I was still okay on time, but didn’t have long. What was I going to do? Even if I found something to keep the hole from growing, it was still a hole! And my “bright-as-day” leg was saying, “Look at me! Look at me!”
One last classroom…aha…my dear friend, Emily! While trying to appear calm, but inwardly shouting, “Pah-leeeeease, help me!” I ask for thoughts, ideas, solutions…ANYTHING! And like a guardian angel there to save the day, she shrugs and says, “You could color your leg black!” GENIUS! Why didn’t I think of that? And like a desperate fool, I grab a black marker, run to the restroom, paint my leg black, and make it breathless, just in time for warm-ups!
And I’ll tell you…that little black marker?…Worked like a charm! =)
P.S. If you haven’t already done so, you can check out the Mommon Sense Facebook page for the previous “12 Days of Christmas”. =)