What was I thinking?

I was eavesdropping  following my daughter's posts on Facebook last week. That's really what Facebook is all about you know, snooping keeping up with what our friends and family are doing. She had posted she hoped no one could see the get up she had on when she takes the kids to school. It starts with pj's, then she adds sweats and a hat, no makeup and flip flops. God forbid that someone comes over to the van and has to talk to her, it would destroy her to be seen like that.

She has learned her drop off skills from me, I had some pretty scary outfits that I wore to the bus stop when they were growing up! When you live in the country, you let your natural side come out...makeup is optional. Matching clothes are optional, appropriate shoes are optional, even a coat in winter is optional if you are just going to be gone on a "quick errand."

Since we had a horse, calves and chickens to feed after I took the girls down to the highway to catch the bus, my outfit was pj's, OLD blue robe, denim work jacket and boots. I had these terrible cowboy boots made of cheap vinyl that kept my feet clean and dry no matter how muddy the pasture was. The girls called them "Snake Boots!" But the trip to the bus stop took all of 5 minutes and I was back home to feed and then into the house and my warm houseshoes.

Countless times I've made decisions that I look back and say, "What was I thinking?"
That mornings' trip to the the bus stop minus a coat and in my houseshoes was one of them! The trusty bus driver picked the girls up and off they went. That was when I realized the car wouldn't start, in fact it wouldn't even turn over. There I set in my pj's, my old blue robe and my fuzzy houseshoes. That's another thing about the country, people don't just come along every few minutes. It didn't take long for me to realize my only option was walking the 1/4 mile back to the house...in the snow/mud and the cold. When I got home I fed the animals, went in through the garage and threw my pink fuzzy houseshoes in the trash!

After that I improved my dress code. I wore season appropriate clothing and shoes. It made a great story to tell the girls "Things not to do!"