Daydreaming of the beautiful dresses I saw in the windows along Rue Saint Honore, a very "ritzy titzy" street where all the beautiful people shop.  I am not sure where I would actually wear these dresses but I loved them nonetheless.

Reality creeps in as I hear Sophie coughing and Max sneezing and "Ice Age 3" trickling down from the playroom.  The kids are home from school sick and I am sitting in my sweats addressing Christmas cards,  answering emails and phone calls.  

Such a challenge to remember that I am still a girl and enjoy looking "fancy" yet the Mommy role beckons too many times at this age.  So I don my uniform of sweats or jeans and a t-shirt and care for my munchkins.