There is the group of mothers at my son's school that always look put together. It doesn't matter if it 7:45 in the morning or 2:45 in the afternoon. These ladies are always perfectly primped with their coordinating outfits, styled hair, and matching accessories.
Sadly, I'm not one of them.
When it's my turn to take Darius to school in the morning (something that Neville often does for me 3-4 days a week), I throw on a baggy jacket over my bra-less night shirt and grab the biggest pair of sunglasses to cover as much of my yet-to-be-washed face that I can. I've been known to drive in my slippers. It's not pretty. It's pretty slob-y if I'm totally honest about it.
In the UK, some schools are tsk-tsking this behavior. Taking a page from a supermarket in Cardiff that banned shoppers who were still in their nightgowns and slippers, area schools are “taking a stand,” according to The Daily Mail online. The principal at St. Matthew's school sent home a notice to parents telling them, "While it is not my position to insist on what people wear, or don’t, I feel that arriving at the school in pyjamas is disrespectful to the school and a bad example to set to children. People don’t go to see a solicitor, bank manager or doctor dressed in pyjamas, so why do they think it’s O.K. to drop their children off at school dressed like that?”
Another reason to celebrate the end to British rule. We're American, dammit. Give us our liberty. Give us our right to wear whatever the hell we want wherever the hell we want to.
One of the joys of working from home means that I don't have to get ready while getting Darius ready. I don't have to get up an hour early to get myself showered, styled, and read for work. My personal goal when I work from home is to be ready by 10am. After I've checked email and attended a couple of morning conference calls, I'll take a quick break to get out of my pajamas (or my bathrobe in today's case which I've been wearing for the last three hours) and into a pair of jeans and a sweater.
There is no accessorizing, only a hint of make-up, and my hair is barely styled. I've been known to wear the same sweater for three days in a row because I never left the house other than to do drop off and pick up and no one has seen me or my sweater. I'm never gonna be one of those put-together moms that I stare at from beneath my very large dark sunglasses.
I fessed up. Now how about you?
