Nobody needs to know I'm still wearing the t-shirt I slept in last night...I thought.
We were on our way to gather Mia from school; Lauren in a dress-up costume, buckled in next to Landon who was half asleep and half indignant at being placed into the evil car seat again. We were a motley crew.
The wind blew up a ruckus outside, shoving new-fallen leaves every which way, and I was glad for the warmth of our car. And, yes, glad for the warmth of my pajama shirt. It reminded me of my cozy bed. When there's an almost 4-week-old baby in the house, though, there's not much that causes me to take my mind off my cozy bed.
I pulled the van around the circle drive in front of the school. There was Mia, hunkered into her soft, grey coat, with her hair twisting in the wind. Tangling in the wind. We reached the front of the line as Mia's teacher escorted her to our door. I smiled and greeted my sweet girl as always. Her teacher took a few peeks at little Landon under his blue, knit blanket, and said hello to us in the car. Mia looked at me...
"Mom! Why are you still wearing your pajama shirt!" She giggled at this ridiculousness. The kind-hearted kindergarten teacher laughed at the precocity of children. I melted into my leather seat. We drove away.
And now I've learned my lesson: even though you may not ever leave the sanctuary of your vehicle, somehow, SOMEONE will out you to the world if you choose to forgo the luxury of clean clothing in the afternoon.
At least nobody needs to know that I have yet to brush my teeth today, I thought....