A brush with supermom

It was a busy morning, I got Hallie off to school, exercised, started the laundry, got Megan and Campbell up and dressed, mopped the laundry room and at 9:00am decided to sit and catch up on reading everyone's blogs. I was reading Lacey's blog and remembered it was pajama day at school! Ugh, I totally forgot! I immediately felt sick to my stomach knowing how sensitive Hallie is and how devastated she must be feeling. I might have noticed at the bus stop but that morning was black and pouring rain so the kids were all in their parents cars until the bus pulled up and they made a run for it.

I imagined her getting on the bus realizing that everyone else was wearing pajamas and she was wearing normal school clothes ( it's like the opposite of my nightmare as a child, you know that dream where you realize you are in your pj's or worse yet, your underwear... am I the only one that had that dream?).

I had a decision to make. Was I going to just let it go, knowing that Hallie would be disappointed but she would get over it? Or was I going to be one of those supermoms I've heard about and rush to the school ready to save my little girl from the embarrassment of being different.

Normally I would have just let it go because I am not a supermom, but Hallie is still somewhat the "new girl" trying to make friends and I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

So, I dropped everything, ran a comb through my hair, brushed my teeth and rushed to get Megan and Campbell strapped in the car and grab Hallie's pajamas (I even stuck them in a bag and labeled them with Hallie and her teacher's name like I imagine a supermom would do) and we hurried off to school. I entered the school office breathing heavily and proudly handed the secretary the pajama bag (she was very impressed that I had already written the names on it). She took it and placed it next 4-5 other plastic bags that I assume also had pj's in them and I turned and walked out imaging Hallie's excitement and relief as she opened the bag of pajamas and realized the sacrifices her mother must have gone through to get them to her. I was feeling pretty "super".

A few hours later Hallie's teacher called to get insurance info for their upcoming field trip. I gave her the information then eagerly asked her "Did Hallie get her pajamas???" She said, "Oh, yeah. She got the bag and she looked in it"... yes,yes (me- on the other end, anticipating the joy) "...and she told me she didn't want to wear them. I told her she didn't have to if she didn't want to."

She said what???

Is this what it feels like to be a supermom?

I think I'll just go back to being an average mom. The expectations are lower.