Pride Goeth Before A Fail

I admit that this last year I haven't exactly been the picture of the Mamma Who's Got It All Together.  It has been a rough one, with caring for my paternal grandmother in her last days, continuing homeschooling our son, and helping my husband navigate what turning 40 means to him,--fashion has fallen by the wayside.  Today, in a effort to put all that behind me and turn over a new leaf.  I spent a little extra time getting ready.  I donned the good yoga pants and jacket, put a little product in my hair, even paid a some attention to my eyebrows.  Then off I went out into the public.  I went to the County Recorder, then to a lawyer's office to drop something off.  It wasn't until I stopped to get a little exercise  on the waterfront that I caught a glimpse of my reflection in my car window and I noticed my mismatched earrings...  This is not the first time I have done this.  This is not even the first time this month, I have done this.  Well, I whipped them off and went on about my business.   When I came home I took off my jacket before going to take out the recycling. It was out there that I offered some advice to a neighbor who is suffering from arthritis. I quickly went inside to get her a bottle of suppliments that had worked for my grandmother and several friends. When I returned, we talked at the bottom of my stairs for a few minutes and then parted ways.  Upon returning to my entryway I caught yet another glimpse of myself in the mirror there.   It was only then that I noticed my embroidered shirt was on inside out. Sigh.