Mirror, Mirror...stop faking me out!

I thought I looked so good that day when I checked the mirror before we left. 
Bold, bright colors?  Check.
Layers?  Check.
Clothes that hide my "be prepared" spare tire?  Check.
Accessories with texture?  Check.
Hair styled fabulously?  Check.
Makeup applied perfectly?  Check.
I was pretty damn sure my mirror was telling me that I looked fair, fantastic even.

Alas, today as I looked at our proofs I'm pretty sure I cried as I looked in the mirror across the room and played a movie in my head where I threw my tea cup and it shattered into a million pieces.  I looked frumpy, I looked like a soccer mom, I looked like I tried too hard, I looked like I never checked the mirror before leaving home.

Where do babies come from?

Zoey - Mom, this blanket was made in Vietnam.

Me - Cool.  (pause)  You were made in Taylorsville.

Zoey - Oh God mom!  That is SO disgusting.

I laughed for three minutes straight.