and those are just her flats
It pains me to admit this but I think I may be jealous of my own child.
I know, I know…my parenting skills have reached a new low. I need to seek professional help at this point. I realize this and yet I find that I am jealous…
- Of Maya’s hair - Straight out of the bathtub her hair is silky and fabulous. Whereas I need my Japanese straightening guru and a gallon of Pantene to make my hair…presentable.
- That Maya is far more social than me - While I basically had to give my kindergarten friends my ice cream money for them to hang out with me, Maya is pretty much a magnet for everyone. And they buy her the ice cream.
- That Maya is an expert fundraiser! I hate to solicit money. I am terrible at it! I will avoid it at all costs. And yet Maya was able to raise no less than $310 for her school’s walk-a-thon by calling 14 family members in the span of 25 minutes.
So there I was, walking around the house today with messy hair, feeling anti-social and in need of someone to buy me ice cream, when I ran into this:
So now I’m jealous of Maya’s flats. And yes, these are just Maya’s flats, which means she has a whole other pile of shoes.
Anyone feeling my pain now?