The Circus attends preschool every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday for 4.5 hours a day.
I’ve really been pushing for five days a week and possibly even a full five hours per day, but then that would probably negate all the reasons I used to convince my husband why I should stay home with the kid in the first place.
The teachers and aides at the preschool have become very accustomed to me wearing one of two outfits when I take the Circus to school:
Outfit #1: Sweatpants which sport a Red Bank Middle School Lions logo paired with a sweatshirt that too supports Red Middle School Lions. If it’s warm out, then I’ll be wearing shorts, but definitely a t-shirt that also has something about bleeding blue or the Red Bank Lions somewhere on it.
Outfit #2: Liberty overalls covered in paint with a shirt underneath that – you guessed it – supports the Red Bank Lions, but is old and most likely too covered in paint.
The perks to being a coach’s wife is that you too receive matching sweatpants, shorts, t-shirts and sweatshirts that he gets for his team and himself. The downfall is that you and your husband all too often have to change your clothes before going into public because you were both wearing the same shirt. You make fun of couples who wear matching clothing, so that would be unacceptable.
The preschool has acquired two new, hip girls as aides since the return from Christmas break. They are really sweet and always quick to tell you good morning.
They are also always up to par in their fashion choices.
And then there’s me walking into school wearing the sweats or overalls and holding the My Little Pony backpack (that she just had to have, but refuses to carry herself) that – I shit you not – has a real tail made of fake blue and pink hair that comes out the rear end on one of the ponies. My days of being dressed to the nines are so far in my rearview mirror I can’t even see them with binoculars.
On Wednesday, I actually took the Circus to school wearing a red blazer paired with a black and white leopard print top, nice jeans, and taupe ankle booties – only because I was going to an event afterwards that required a bit more than sweats. I was on point if I do say so myself.
As I approached the steps to go into the building, one of the aides burst into a smile and exclaimed, “You look so pretty today!!”
I think she was more excited to see me dressed up than my own husband was. Maybe it made her realize there was hope after motherhood.
The next day I was in sweats.
Not even my good sweats.
I’m sure her hopes were crushed.
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