Thursday, July 15, 2010

Returning to the Scene of the Crime

On Thursday nights, DH puts LO to bed and I go to a 7 pm pilates class.  In order to make a 7 pm pilates class I need to leave work on time as I have a lengthy commute, race home, eat something, spend a few minutes with the LO, get ready and leave the house by 6:35.  If you are late, you have to do push-ups in front of the class for every minute that you are late.  So last week, I accomplished all of these things and was on my machine ready to start class and I realized that I forgot to put on a shirt over my white bra top.  I was wearing a sweatshirt so I just cursed and realized that I was going to be really sweaty as I couldn't take off my sweatshirt.

Class began and I immediately started sweating and my instructor accused me of "hiding beneath my sweatshirt" and instructed me to take it off.  I tried to explain to the teacher that in my rush to get there, I forgot to put on a shirt. She didn't care and asked me again to take it off.  I started to turn bright red and now the entire class is looking at me. So I took it off and was mortified the entire class.  I hate it when people tell me that having a child has reduced my intelligence level or that I have "mommy brain," but they may be right.  I'm off to pilates and I am hoping that I can remember all of my clothing.