So, it figures

The one day I actually wear decent clothes and makeup (gasp), I can't even leave the house. Yesterday, I was wearing my husband's clothes (long story), my hair up in the traditional can't-do-anything-with-my-hair-and-don't-really-care ponytail, and, of course, no makeup so my natural beauty can shine through (cue eye roll). I ended up having to go all over town running errands after (after!) cleaning the house, so that just made me look 100 times better, I'm sure. But today my daughter has decided that everything I do is going to throw her into a toddler rage like I've never seen. I have no idea what her problem is -a new tooth maybe? Constipated, doubtful. She just ate, so....another toddler mystery, I guess. Meanwhile, we have about two tablespoons of milk (expired last Friday!), no bread, three eggs, and absolutely no chocolate, so I need to go the store. Maybe if I put her in a really cute dress, people won't care if she screams the entire time I'm there. Yeah, I'm not buying that either. Oh, well, maybe tomorrow...