So I’m driving this morning after getting my 10 year old on the bus this morning and I passed another bus stop. Two moms were there. One wearing pajamas and a big fuzzy robe and slippers.
I’m all for comfort. Really, I am.
But this made me laugh. Not because I thought she looked odd, though she did.
I laughed thinking how embarrassed my kids would be if I did that.
I give the mom credit for not caring. Maybe deep down, I wished I was that confident.



I so do that. It doesn’t bother my step-kids, but I think that is because I’m not actually their mother. There is no way I’m getting dressed 6:00 am to drop them off for a game.