Suburban Oblivion

To every married woman out there. I think sometimes we all wonder where the fairy tale went, or did it ever really exist?

“Hey Cinderella” 

We believed in fairy tales that day
I watched your father give you away
Your aim was true when the pink bouquet
Fell right into my hands

We danced for hours and we drank champagne
You screamed and laughed when I got up and sang
And then you rode away in a white Mustang
To your castle in the sand

Through the years and the kids and the jobs
And the dreams that lost their way
Do you ever stop and wonder
Do you ever just wanna say

Hey hey, Cinderella, what’s the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now

We’re older but no more the wise
We’ve learned the art of compromise
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry
And sometimes we just break down

We’re good now ’cause we have to be
Come to terms with our vanity
Sometimes we still curse gravity
When no one is around

Yeah, our dolls gather dust in the corner of the attic
And bicycles rust in the rain
Still we walk in that fabled shadow
Sometimes we call her name

Hey hey, Cinderella, what’s the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now

Hey! Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now
Fit you now, Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella (Cinderella) Does it fit you now?
Cinderella (Cinderella) Ohh-ohhh-ohhhh Cinderella (Cinderella)
Hey Cinderella (Cinderella)

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And I am situated quite comfortably in it, thankyouverymuch!

One hour till I have to head up for my daughter’s Christmas party, and I am a bundle of nerves. This is my first time as room mom and first time organizing a class party. Sure, it will probably be fine. But what if it isn’t? What if something goes horribly wrong? What if I forget the teacher gift..or no one shows up..or the kids all hate the ornament swap..or I wear the wrong thing and the Gapmoms ridicule me behind my back and word gets out the queen bee room mom is the biggest, dorkiest social outcast ever?

One hour till showtime. Keep your fingers crossed.

It will be mine for Mardi Gras.

The Dress to Rule Them All.