I have reached a new low of motherhood, and it’s this: I am now one of those parents who drops off their kids at school in their pajamas.
In my defense: I only drop the kids off in the morning on Mondays, when my son needs to bring his saxophone to school for the week. When he picked the alto sax as his Grade Seven instrument it looked smallish, definitely carryable, but even I find it hard to schlep that thing around for more than a hundred metres or so by the itty bitty handle. So Monday mornings require a car ride.
I work from home and my mornings usually go like this: drag self out of bed, brush teeth, put away clean dishes from last night, make three lunches, make sure everyone has their homework and has, unwillingly, taken gloves with them, then collapse from the morning rush in front of a cup of tea and some toast. Maybe then, maybe, I’ll think about showering and clothes, but often I don’t get around to it until mid afternoon. It’s just as easy to code in my PJs as anything else, and I like to get working as soon as possible in the mornings, while my mind is still fresh and the silence is golden.
In the winter, I had a secret weapon: snowpants. I could slip on my snowpants and long, heavy jacket right over my jammies, pull a toque over my unbrushed hair, boots hiding my slipper-socks, and no one would be wiser. No one had to know what was going on under the outerwear.
It’s a little warmer now, though, but I am still convincing myself that PJs are okay since the dropoff routine goes: exit through garage into van, open garage door, start car while kids buckle themselves in, pull up at little-used back entrance of school, open the van’s sliding door automatically with dashboard button, wave to kids from driver seat, close sliding door and head home. Do not exit van until garage door is closed.
So the uncombed hair and the unwashed face and the jammie pants (funny with black leather shoes) really go unnoticed by everyone. By most, anyway. By the majority, I’m thinking. Right?
8 thoughts on “PJ Mommy”
I’ve done that. If I stay in the car (because now they are older) no one notices (and besides, it’s still chilly enough in the mornings for a jacket).
Sometimes I’m in yoga pants but leave my slippers on and just jump in the car. I have no plans to leave the car so who cares what shoes I wear (or if I wear any).
And even if someone sees me, I don’t care. 🙂
I would probably notice but think nothing of it! Maybe “looks comfy”? I mean, it’s not such a big deal. I just can’t do it because I don’t wear a proper PJ, just a tee-shirt, and going out without pants WOULD be noticed.
I wouldn’t even blink an eye!
Why not get he kid this? http://www.tomtop.com/1680d-waterresistant-oxford-cloth-bag-cotton-padded-advanced-fabrics-sax-soft-case-adjustable-shoulder-straps-pocket-for-alto-saxophone-i902r.html?currency=CAD&lang=en&aid=gplaca&gclid=Cj0KEQjw09C5BRDy972s6q2y4egBEiQA5_guv7bQ70E0-6iZqbZrSgjcxmhjbySM7Ypyp27uNP1RfyUaAkYc8P8HAQ
Much easier for schleping…
Ha! I already told Lynn we get a baritone saxophone to school with no car (and the school’s uphill). Fortunately the bari sax case comes with wheels on it!
Hey, you didn’t tell me it had wheels! Totes jelly :).
I actually came very close to buying such a thing on eBay several months ago. But there’s no way he can carry it and his regular backpack at the same time. So it seemed fruitless.
You can’t possibly be the only one, can you? You sure as heck wouldn’t be at our school.
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