by Victoria Sambursky

Created on: January 12, 2009

Here she is, the "Make-Over Mom" on another make-over show. We first see a clip of a mother dressed in an old gray sweatshirt and outdated "mom" jeans. She wears no makeup, dons frizzy hair and looks miserable. Then the big drum roll and a curtain rises and there she is! The new and improved mom impeccably dressed with a cute khaki skirt, crisp white shirt and a red trench coat that matches her cute little pumps. Her hair is finely styled with extensions. Her make-up is flawless. She shows off her new digs with a twirl and the host, let's say Stacy London on TLC's show "What Not To Wear", puts forth the inevitable question of "how do you feel?" The mom faces the camera, looks at America and replies, "Like a new woman!" Everyone applauds and the hair stylist, make-up team, and fashion expert all give self-congratulatory speeches on how they pulled off this miracle. And then the cherry on top the fashion expert says, "See, you can be a mom and look fabulous. So all you moms out there throw away your jeans, track suits, shorts, t-shirts, hoodies, and stop looking "SHLUMPY!" Everyone's happy, the "make-over" show got it's ratings and life is good. Or is it?

After the show, I looked at what I was wearing: a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops typical Florida attire. I say "shlumpy"? So, I give the make-over a try why not. I dutifully change into something "fashionable" during the only two hours I have while my daughter is at preschool. I try on a cute pair of jeans, a crisp white dress shirt, little pumps and replace my sturdy sport bag with a designer handbag. I look at myself in the mirror and say, "Shlumpy no more!" I look at the clock and realize I'm late picking up my daughter from preschool. Reality sits in.

I see my daughter, Lauren, and as usual she sprints down the hall and jumps up into my arms. Several kisses and hugs are exchanged when I notice blue paint on her hands and then. on my crisp white shirt. We arrive at the playground a short while later where there are mud puddles left over from a rainstorm. My daughter takes one look at them and splash she jumps in and my cute jeans well, not so cute. We continue to stroll through the park when one of my red pumps becomes stuck in a mud puddle and comes off! My attire at this point can only be described as a Jackson Pollack painting. In the park bathroom, I try washing off the dirt and accidentally I drop my purse into something I can only define as "a gummy substance". As I try and cleanse myself of all this

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