I Obviously Don't Know How to Dress Appropriately

Last night/this morning, Chris left on a trip to Brazil with his school basketball team. I am both nervous and excited for him to go. He's flying alone (with 55 other students and 7 chaperones), to the world's stupidest airport (Sao Paolo), to a foreign country where he won't have cell phone service. Not that I'm worried or anything. I'm sure he'll have fun, and like he says, anything is better than a week of school. As a parent I can think of some things worse than a week of school, but I'm not going there right now.

His flight left at 5:45 AM, which meant that we had to be at the airport at 3:45 AM, which meant that we had to wake up a little after 3 AM, which meant that I should not have gone to sleep. In the US, if I had to take anyone to the airport early in the morning I would get up, pull on my comfy pants, put on my glasses, slap my hair in a ponytail and go. Right? Well, I assumed that's how it should work here. But you know what they way when you assume...that's right something about....

Anyway, I get to the airport in my early-morning-it's-way-to-early-to-be-awake-and-showered-and-cute clothes, and notice something very strange. All the moms at the airport are dressed to the nines. Their hair is done (at the salon), make-up is on (again, at the salon), they are wearing fancy clothes (sparkly, dressy, furry, satiny). I am feeling like a huge slob, I am wearing no make-up, my thick glasses, my sweats, and a Green Day sweatshirt. Soooo cute. Well, next time I will know better. I'm telling you though; I honestly didn't know that going to the airport at 3:45 in the morning was a formal occasion.