Every morning I wait for the bus with Number 5 at about 8 a.m.
Next, at 8:30 I drive Number 3 and Number 4 to school.
On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, after I drop off 3 and 4, I have to drop Number 7 off at preschool at 9 a.m.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, there is no preschool.
I pretty much never, ever shower before I bring the kids to school.
But on those Monday-Wednesday-Fridays, I at least change out of my pajamas since I have to actually get out of the car and walk Number 7 into her classroom.
Sometimes I’ll even go crazy and throw on a little mascara.
I thought about doing that today.
But today, Thursday, was a no preschool day.
Fuck the mascara.
Actually, fuck the clothes, too.
I waited for the bus with Number 5 in my pajamas.
And then I drove Number 3 and 4 to school in my pajamas.
I realized as we were leaving that I had no gas.
I needed to stop on the way.
So I walked in to the gas station to pay for gas in my pajamas.
I wouldn’t seen anyone I knew.
As I walked to the car and unscrewed the gas cap, a woman came walking across the parking lot toward me.
At first, I thought nothing of it.
I thought maybe she was throwing something in the garbage can behind me.
But then she looked directly at me.
And then she said,
Who the hell was this chick?
I just stared at her.
“You don’t know me, but I read your blog.”
I shouldn’t have fucked the clothes.
I was thankful that I had at least brushed my teeth.
“I just wanted to tell you that I can relate. Everything you write is totally on point.”
All I could say was, “Thank you so much,”
“I really wish I wasn’t wearing my fucking pajamas right now.”
She thanked me again, and she walked back to her car.
I write a lot of stuff.
I put a lot out there.
I’ve been criticized by many people.
The haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate.
I’m pretty used to it now, and it doesn’t really bother me.
I bare it all for a couple reasons.
I do it for myself. It’s therapeutic.
But I also do it because so many of us are feeling things or going through things and we think no one else will get it.
But they do.
Lots of people don’t feel comfortable saying it out loud, but they get it.
And so, to the woman who thanked me this morning,
(of course, I forgot your name about .24 seconds after you told me),
You muted the haters.
And you made my day.
Even if I was still wearing my pajamas.
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