I dropped my kids off in my pajamas.
I swore I would never be that person. But, I now am.
And you know what?
I am not embarrassed about it.
Not one little bit.
It was awesome.
Seriously, Pajama Mom’s are the smartest women on the planet.
And you can do it too.
Here’s how….
You just leisurely drink your coffee, giggle at your friends kids videos on the computer, lazily empty the dishwasher, quitely check your twitter then look you watch and say, “HOLY MO FO…. I have to drop the kids off in 3 minutes!”
And then you have 3 minutes of actual heart aching panic.
But its the fun kind of panic. You know, like robbing a bank or burying a gigalo.
You “speed demon” dress the kids, put on your boots only to have your 2 year old freak out because you are not dressed and then drive an appropriate speed to drop them off at hopefully the proper destination.
You got it right, Pajama Mom’s.
I never wanted to be you. I used to make fun of you, now all I want to get in on your Pajama party
Kyla Cornish