Everyone has those days. Where you have carved out time in your busy schedule to clean the bathroom, but you are out of cleaning products. So, you run to the store in your pajamas. Or sweats. Or holey T-shirt you have had since high school and usually use to wax the car in. You try to get in and out as fast as possible, because you don’t really want anyone you know to spot you out of the house like that.
Or it happens at 9:30PM at night. You are already in your PJs and that ice cream craving hits. You can’t deny it. A run to the store is in order.
Now, these times used to not bother me too much. I have always looked young for my age (I am not bragging. Ask anyone. It is actually a pain sometimes.). I always assumed if I left the house dressed like a bum that people would just assume I am a college student too lazy to find a pair of jeans on my dorm room floor. (For the record, I have never lived in a dorm room. Except one night for orientation. Because the college MADE ME.)
But, the other day, as I cruised Meijer in yoga pants and too big flannel shirt from my grunge phase in 2000 (Yes, I know. Grunge was way over by then), I realized that I may no longer be viewed as a scummy college student anymore. I might just look like a tired mother, out to buy cleanser and ice cream. And that thought saddened me. Don’t get me wrong, I still am not going to dress like I am going to a job interview to go to the store. But I will be sad to think I am too old to fool anyone anymore.
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