As I stood and talked to my sweetheart this morning about what our respective days looked like, he paused for a moment and asked, “Have you dropped the kids off at school yet?”
It was 9am so I was a little surprised at his question. I leave the house every day about 8:10 and (barring any errands or Starbucks stops) I’m usually back by 8:40. It was well past that time so I didn’t understand. When I responded as such, he looked at me said, “Really?”
Then I got it.
Yesterday’s t-shirt / now pajama top, sans bra and mismatched pajama pant ensemble with a gigantic, granny sweater to cover the no bra wearing, non-brushed hair or washed face apparently wasn’t a look that should be leaving the house.
Yep. That was me this morning. Keeping it real and in the interest of full disclosure, I decided to show you exactly what he was looking at.
My response was a big, fat W H A T E V E R!
Listen, I have no interest in embarrassing my children when I drop them off at school. But let’s have some perspective on the situation:
First, no one sees me when I drop them off besides them.
Second, I have given up my showering time in the morning to make them – from scratch – a healthy breakfast and a hot lunch. EVERY SINGLE DAY. For which I am already up 30 minutes earlier than them to start. I’m not getting up 90 minutes earlier than them so that I can shower and beautify myself all for the 30 minutes that I am in the car to drop them off at school. Did I mention that NO ONE SEES ME?????
I don’t get out of the car. I literally pull up in the designated drop-off lane, tell them to have a great day and boot them out of the car. THE END. Why do I need to be pageant ready for this????
If I have errands to run after I drop them off, I get dressed. Which involves dry shampoo, toothpaste and a bra. Because I don’t care what the staff at Meijer or Target thinks of me at 8:30 in the morning either.
In the 6 hours I have to myself while they are in school, I’ll need to take care of:
- Two conference calls
- Finalizing a girl scout field trip this week
- Finish (okay, start) adding badges to this year’s Girl Scout uniform for field trip tomorrow.
- Finish (yes, start this one too) entering my items for a consignment sale that has to be done by the end of the day
- Email follow-up with a dozen brands that I met this weekend at #WOWSummit
- Job search
- Pay bills
- Grocery shop
- Eat (optional)
- Maybe use the bathroom if I have time
- Shower (really optional, isn’t this why dry shampoo was invented?)
- Apparently write a blog post
People, we have to stop being so hung up on this kind of thing. I am perfectly capable of getting glammed up with the best of them. But I absolutely refuse to do that for the school pick-up and drop off-line. Judge me for ME, not for whether my 10-year-old sweatpants match the Hamilton t-shirt I’m wearing or I remembered to put mascara on today. And I promise to do the same for you.
If my kids have an issue with it, there’s always the bus.