You may not know that high school feeling – when you knew you were not part of the cool clique. Those feelings reemerged at the zoo. One of the benefits of the Phoenix Zoo membership is that you get to get in an hour before the general crowds. Parking is better, it’s easier to maneuver around, eventhough most of the animals are still hiding away.Walking in, I am surrounded by blonde pigtails, matching yoga outfits, fancy strollers and the prerequisite starbucks coffee. Then,I walk in with my floopy hat, dragging around two little mis-matched caveboys in a wagon that really needs to be hosed off. Feelings of inadequacy emerge when the “queen bees” of SAHmommyhood, start talking about fancy destination trips, and bilingual pre-school applications and househunting with budgets of a gazillion dollars. By the play area, I find someone that looks like me – no make-up or curled hair. I start a conversation, thinking ‘well, you look like a freak too, we must have something in common.’ But she says she’s just the nanny. At 9 a.m., the zoo opens up the the general public and there is a flood of ‘normal’ looking people. Can you be a SAHM without wearing the uniform? Or do I need to run out and get some eyeliner.