I am not what you’d call laid back, I suppose.

Photo from The American Terry Co. where you can purchase this lovely robe for $70. Makes a great Christmas gift.

I know I’m a fairly intense person. I work hard. I expect a lot. I’m a perfectionist in many ways. Some say that even when I’m relaxed, I’m not all that relaxed.

I beg to differ.

I KNOW HOW TO RELAX.

Sorry ’bout that. Let me start again.

It’s true that people don’t consider me to be a laid-back girl. But that’s okay. I pride myself on getting things done. Being ahead of the game. Leaping tall buildings in a single bound.

But no one would say that I’m a prima donna about how I look. Yes, I try to wear clean clothes. (I almost always have clean underwear on. Well, almost always.) It’s true that I pull my hair back into a ponytail on those days when I can’t blow dry it. And it’s always true (yikes) that some days, I don’t change out of my gym clothes until after lunch even though I work out long before breakfast.

And it’s true that some days, I don’t ever put real shoes on and just wear my fuzzy L.L. Bean slippers. It makes me happy.

And one more thing. I don’t bother with makeup very often. Some days, I’ll quick use some tinted moisturizer and mascara and maybe, just maybe, some blush. But most days? Nothing. Nada.

But (aside from that one time that I think I’d be best not to discuss here), I never leave the house except in clothes. They might be crappy sweats, but they are socially accepted clothes. Not pajamas. But real, honest-to-goodness, clothes. And usually shoes. (Okay, fine. Sometimes slippers.)

So please don’t get me wrong as you read on. I’m not criticizing these women. I am insanely jealous.

There are tons and tons of school busstops around here. Tons, I say.

Of course, mothers are only allowed to go to the stop in elementary school. By middle school & high school, my sons (and children around the world) would rather crawl under a rock (with a scorpion or worse) than have their mother stand with them at the busstop.

Seriously. If you’re doing that now, stop. For the love of Pete…. (who is Pete?)

But I digress….

Elementary school busstops. Aren’t they just the cutest thing ever?

There are 6 ore more in my neighborhood alone. And tons more on my way to the gym and the store, etc. And, after extensive… I mean EXTENSIVE primary research studies, I am here to tell you that there is one – ONE – busstop where the moms come in their bathrobes. Every. Single. Day.

Every other stop in the zip code has dressed mothers.

But this one? Bathrobes. Slippers. Coffee.

At first, I’d drive past and smirk. How could these women go outside like this and humiliate their children. How long would it take, for goodness sakes, for them to throw on a pair of jeans and sneakers?

But little by little, I realized that these were the luckiest women in the world.

They didn’t care what anyone thought.

They were cuddly as all get-out.

They were a team.

I mean, if one mom got dressed, the others would look kind of….undressed. Don’t you think?

But they stick together in their state of cuddliness and, at least today, I am extraordinarily jealous that I can’t be that laid back. Well, that is if I was allowed at the stop anymore anyway.

So I guess it’s a moot point.

But that’s what I’ve been thinking.

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One thought on “I am not what you’d call laid back, I suppose.

  1. Hi Blanche! Just to let you know I’ve been following your site since seeing the address in the Women Who Write magazine and have started my own blog! Isn’t it great, I know what you mean about ‘not all that laid back.’ Sometimes writers simply cannot be that.

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