So I consider myself a “Remarkably Average” parent.

What is it to be “Remarkably Average?” you ask.

This. (Happened a couple weeks ago)

My oldest HATES being late for school…

So naturally, my youngest refused to get dressed for school today. Like flat-out refusal.

My oldest gets anxiety when we MIGHT be late and started hyperventilating because it was time to leave.

So, torn between being late for school and being DRESSED for school, I threw my youngest in the car in his jammies.

Clothing is clothing. And if he also slept in those clothes, who cares. It’s kindergarten.

I also threw his shoes and coat in the car, considering it a win that he already had some dirty socks in the car he could just “wear again.” I forgot to wash them…

I “forget to wash” a lot of things.

(I mean, less clothes washing is less water usage anyways… which is better for the environment. Right?)

So we pulled up to school 2 minutes before the late bell rang. I double-parked by the curb and jumped out to put my youngest’s shoes and coat on and picked him up over my shoulders (in full pajamas) in a full-on sprint to get him to where he needed to go, barely making it in the door at the exact same time the late bell rang.

BOO-YAH! Made it.

And then I noticed all the other kids at school had pajamas on as well…

What the…?

And then I remembered.

This week is “Spirit Week.” Today must be “Pajama Day.”

And then my desperate pajama-dash to get the kids to school with any kind of clothes on was suddenly the “properly perfect attire for JUST such an occasion.”

And we were ‘on-time.’

Look at my kid on-time for school… with all his “spirit.”

More than some of the other kids, I bet…

So remarkable.

“Remarkably Average.”
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