One of those days...

I had to get up a little extra early this morning to ensure an on time arrival at school. Amazingly, I achieved this goal. I even got a decent parking spot and was where I needed to be in plenty of time. I sat down at my final destination, satisfied with my progress (and also panting, because three flights of stairs is, like, A LOT, right now) and happened to look down at my feet. And then I blinked. And I blinked again. Because, surely, mine eyes doth deceive me.

My shoes did not match.

Yes, you read that right. I was wearing two different shoes. A brown one. And a black one. At the same time. And I was in a classroom full of students and no phone to call for HELP.

You see, since it was so early, Alex and I didn't bother turning a lot of lights on this morning. Plus, it is super dark outside, so I couldn't really see what I was doing. And we basically do a shoe pile where all shoes go to rest. And my black "work" shoes and my brown "work" shoes are really similar as they are both kind of ugly, but very pregnancy friendly (flat, slip on, elasticized to accommodate ENORMOUS swelling). So this morning, I just slipped on what I thought were two brown shoes and out the door I went. WRONG.

But there was nothing that I could do and I had to get up in front of a classroom of high school students and talk. While wearing two different shoes. In their defense, they didn't say anything. This might have been because I was so flustered, that I kept saying the wrong thing and so they were really thinking, "Monday morning and we have to listen to this?" It was not my smoothest moment. Plus, I was totally sweating and a little out of breath from the three flight stair hike from earlier.

I called Alex a few hours later and told him my dilemma and he laughed and laughed and laughed. And I kept saying, "Stop it! It is NOT funny," even though I knew I was going to blog about this the second I saw that black shoe that did not belong. Alex was even kind enough to run home during his lunch break and bring me the proper shoe, so I didn't have to make it the entire day mismatched. No one said anything all day either, so I'm not sure if they just didn't notice or if they were all, "That poor little pregnant girl can't even see her feet well enough to put on matching shoes. Bless her heart."

:sigh: Tomorrow morning? I'm turning a light on to check the outfit before leaving the house.