Pajamas

Sometimes the girls and I wear our pajamas when we take Brigg to school.
I don't have to get out of the car, so often times I wear my pajama pants and a sweatshirt when I take him.
Today was one of those days. I was walking out the back door, in my turquoise striped pajama pants and my red hooded sweatshirt. Lani had on her Little Mermaid jammies and Ayla had on cute fleece footie jammies. We were comfy and warm. It was just starting to flurry a little bit and I had no intention of getting out much today.
So I am literally walking out the back door when my phone rings. It's a friend asking if another friend and I want to come over for coffee for a little bit. I tell her, "I'm in my pajamas." She says, "So I am. Who cares." So I agreed.
We dropped Brigg off and headed over to her house. When we walked in the door she did NOT have her pajamas on...nor did her children. She had gotten dressed. Oh well, they are good friends. They didn't care about my un-showered hair pulled back in a pony tail or no make-up or my pajama pants. So it was all good.
I watched them drink coffee (not allowed with the cleanse!).
I talked.
I listened.
I watched the snow start of fall faster and faster. It was very pretty. I actually commented a couple times on how pretty it was outside.
By the time we decided to leave, the snow was coming down really hard. The roads were actually pretty nasty. I went a different way home than I usually do. I called my parents to warn them there might be some delays on their flight home today. And I was just toodling along, being very very cautious. I was seriously going like 20. No lie.
So I am just driving down the street when I look at the car coming towards me. They start fishtailing. I start to slow down even more, glancing in my rearview mirror at the bus behind me, thinking, "I bet this bus driver is totally irriated with how slow I'm going."
The car's fishtailing got worse and next thing I know it is coming at me sideways....in MY lane. I slammed on the brakes and yelled, "Hold on! Hold on!" (hold on to what, I do not know!)
Lani was yelling, "What? What?"
It was like a movie in slow motion. I had nowhere to go. We were basically at a stand still by this point. And we made impact. I basically t-boned her. She spun around and went in the ditch. I calmly pulled over and thought to myself, "Crap! I have on my pajamas!"
I got out and looked at some minor damage to my car. Just a small crack and a scrape.
And the other driver walked up to me and said, "I don't have insurance."
Great.
Just great.
Cops came...and yes, I am still in my pajamas.
I knew him (gotta love small towns!).
I got out of the car to check out the damage with him while car after car filed by, staring, thinking, "What is that crazy mother doing on the side of the road in her pajamas?"
He took my info and sent me on my way.
This was about 2 blocks from Brigg's school. Although we were fine, I was a bit shook up. I called them and said I was coming to get Brigg now because I did not want to get back out in this weather to come get him in a couple hours (they were getting out early due to weather).
They said, "Sure, pull up front and come in and sign him out."
Oh great. Still in my pajamas. No make-up. Unshowered. Hair in ponytail.
The moral of the story....
Don't ever leave the house in your pajamas if you don't want the whole world to possibly see you that way.