I Am Not Clair Huxtable

I'm watching the Cosby Show right now - the one where Denise makes a shirt for Theo's date - and it doesn't even resemble a shirt when she's done. I feel her pain. That's how my sewing would look. After my last curtain making project, I may never sew again.

Anyway, I love Clair. Minus the whole lawyer thing (which I have no desire to be, thank the Lord, since I'm definitely not smart enough), I think Clair is the perfect wife and mom. Perfect in a totally unattainable sort of way, you understand. Running around in her little suits and heels, fixing dinner and living in an impeccably clean house, always smiling and laughing, and never failing to have time to dance with Cliff after the kids have gone to bed. Clearly there were no cats in the Huxtable household. You're never without an audience when you have cats.

Today I feel about as far from Clair as you can get.

Today was a HUGE day at work. I had a massive project to complete, and I went in armed with coffee and the realization that I would get nothing done today except the project. No voicemails. No emails. No appointments. Just the project.

Of course it wasn't done by quitting time, so I had to stay after. I drank lukewarm tea and scarfed down a piece of ham out of a baggie (that my mother sent to me today from her leftover collection) for dinner. Clair would have remembered to pack dinner - or she would have ordered in. I sported sunglasses on my head even after 8 p.m. when the sun had no hope of returning. Clair would never be caught with sunglasses on her head. I almost forgot to tuck in my wrinkled polo when I took a bathroom break - but then I remembered I was not at home and some sense of credibility should be maintained. Because, you know, that's what Clair would do.

And when I finally came strolling in the door 4 hours after the work day ended, I had to drag out all the cooking stuff because we have a carry-in at work tomorrow, and I signed up to bring cookies. Clair would still be wearing her heels for such an occasion, but I never even put any of those on today, so forget that.

I am not Clair. But doggone it, I did put in a good day's work, and the cookies are fabulous!