Thursday, September 10, 2009

Oh no she didn't! Take Two

After managing to shower and dress in actual clothing for two whole consecutive days, this morning I succumbed and reverted back to my true form. Yes, I did it. I walked Kiddo to the bus in my jammies and flip flops.

My rationalizations for reverting to type follow:

- The bus picks her up at the end of our driveway. It isn't like I was up at the corner with a bunch of other parents (ahem, like last year...)

- I brushed my hair so I wasn't utterly disheveled as per my typical morning look

- I put a fleece vest on over my (15 year old, Ithaca Festival) t-shirt and had on yoga pants, so I wasn't exactly indecent, just a bit.........rumpled around the edges

- We didn't walk outside until the bus was turning onto our street, so I wasn't parading my nighties for the world to see for more than 45 seconds

Anyhow, I'd be willing to bet I am jammified more often than not when the bus picks Kiddo up, so they might as well get used to it. Actually, I'd be willing to bet that within a month or two, I'll no longer escort her all the way to the end of the driveway, but remain on the porch and wave as she makes that brief walk to the street all by herself.

Now, I'll just collect my Mother of the Year award and be on my way...

6 comments:

Ronnica said...

I walk around outside all the time in my pj's. I just can't justify putting on real clothes to get the mail, grab something from my car, or take out the trash.

Creepy said...

I always put graham on the bus in my jammies... i'm acutally pretty impressed with myself that HE isn't in HIS jammies!

feefifoto said...

Why OF COURSE you get the Mother of the Year Award, for putting quality time above, I don't know -- primping, shall we say? Yeah, you bet -- and I'm right there with you. That's why I keep my hair short -- so I can get away with not washing it once in a while. Or every day.

Debi said...

for pete sake...let he walk the W H O L E length of the driveway..she is in first grade now...who do you think walks her from the bus to her desk...

your killing me Heather.

Ann said...

Ah, you are my kind of gal! You know, that's what stinks the most about this crummy 'apartment living'... not being able to run out to my car in my jammies when I just need a quick - whatever. Or to take the dog out to do - whatever. 'Cause getting dressed in the morning is overrated.

Em said...

The only thing that gets me out of my jams when I drive Oldest to school (no bus here) is the thought of either a) being in an accident or b) getting pulled over by a cop.

I have NO issue with yoga pants - I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that they're the "new black."