Technically, there's no dress code for parents' night. So, why do I feel like there is?
Those other moms are supposed to be the harried, frazzled working moms who are juggling career, motherhood, home chores, and gym memberships, so why, then, do they always look like a million bucks while I look like I got dressed out of the dirty laundry pile?
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In contrast, I'm wearing jeans, a t-shirt and old flip-flops. My hair is brushed, but I'm not wearing make-up or jewelry besides my rings.
It's not that stay-at-home moms can't or don't ever dress up a bit. Even I pull off the occasional trendy, cute look, or at least I think I do. But, overall, those of us holding down the home front tend to dress for comfort. Besides, the morning preschool run is a jeans and t-shirts kind of place.
By the time most people have a kid in 8th grade, preschool is just a memory. They don't have younger kids at home anymore. I'm an anomaly. I know there are a few others that still have the PBS Kids schedule memorized, but most 8th-grade moms around here have long since gone back to work. And, they've got the wardrobe to prove it.
I found myself thinking I could have maybe gotten myself together a bit more if parents' night had fallen on a different day of the week. Wednesday is my busy day, especially in the after-school hours.
I also found myself really looking forward to the day when I finally go back to work outside of the home.
I'm not saying that just because of the clothes. There's an aura of self-reliance and self-confidence around the working-out-of-the-home moms that I don't seem to have. I always feel one step behind on clothes, shoes and life. I know it's not a competition. But, it sure feels like they're ahead of the game. And, professionally, they are.
Honestly, I don't think anyone was judging me but me. We're in a small school district. These are the same parents I've been seeing at parents' night since kindergarten. They're nice people who are parents of good kids.
Still, I'm envious.