Who is this lady? Oh, she's me

This morning as I locked the door I saw parts of myself- the keys in one hand, the coffee cup in the other, my yoga pants, my blue gym shoes, and I saw the arm of my black workout jacket; I wondered when did I become this stereotypical mom? No makeup. None- since my mom let me wear makeup I haven't even so much gone to get the mail without it. I don't wear a lot but you know I cover up the dark circles and whatnot. Lately, I wear it less and less often. I didn't fix my hair at all. I threw a headband on. Yesterday, I wore a bandana to cover up the mess. Luckily, for Jack, school drop off is just my opening the car door once I pull up to the sidewalk and saying bye as he hops out. Then I went to aerobics with my 3 other kids, got all hot and sweaty, and immediately went to the store to buy food for dinner. I will fast forward to this afternoon. I had showered by this time but only had enough energy to put on clothes-so no makeup and hair fixing occurred. My feet were cold so I put on house slippers. Can you tell where I am going with this? I was cleaning up, laundry, changing diapers, and etc. when I noticed the time. We had to pick up Pete and then pick up Jack and it was time to go like now. I grabbed the keys and got everyone in the car still wearing the house slippers. It is a sad day. This is a new low. I thought we would be going straight home, but Pete drove to the playground. I thought I would see no one I knew. I saw like 5 people I knew. For real. Pete suggested I just take the shoes off and go barefoot. So I did. Then it was time to take the boys to Tae Kwon Do and to spare all the details I will just say that I asked Jack and Luke to do one thing, Luke refused, and maybe it was partially my fault, but he ended up being like 5 minutes late for a 30 minute class. Sobs ensued- my no make-up face was not smiling. I became the mom trying to force her kid out onto the mats, threatening, and speaking loudly when quiet would have probably gotten the job done. I was all stressed. I still had to go over Jack's papers and reading for Mass with him but since we were in public and other people were around he was not pleased with me. There was eye rolling and sassing by the son. Threats by the mother--this time made quietly. Eventually, we must have come up with some sort of agreement because it got done.

I felt like apologizing for all of it to everyone. Sorry I don't wear make-up or fix my hair to drop my kid off. Sorry I went to the store all sweaty, stinky, and au naturel. Sorry I didn't take the 45 seconds to change my shoes. Sorry I helped to make my kid cry and then got mad at his tears and refusal to go to class. Sorry you heard me get mad. Sorry he heard me get mad. Sorry that lately I have no patience with the older one and his eye rolling sass. Sorry that I probably came home and took it out on my husband. Sorry that sometimes I feel like I get lost in being a mom and forget that I am more. Sorry that I am not always enough of a mom. Oh and sorry for saying sorry.