Lisa hasn't been feeling good as of late. She was a bit rundown over the weekend. On Monday she had the chills and a headache at work along with head and chest congestion. Yesterday, she wasn't feeling any better. Originally, I was going to make homemade pizza for dinner, but then I decided to make some serious comfort food for the soul.
Broccoli cheddar soup in bread bowls.
I made the bread bowls during the late morning hours. I started the soup an hour before Lisa arrived home from work. Between the bread bowls and the soup, I whipped up a batch of double peanut butter cookie bars.
Throughout the day, while prepping dinner, I got ahead on work stuff, completed the daily housework, had extra playtime with the kids, organized my notes, and watered the plants.
I also took a few minutes to straighten out my sloppy hair bun, slather on a little lip gloss, and spritz on my favorite Bath & Body Works. My nails were freshly polished from the day before.
I was feeling really great. I felt accomplished. I didn't feel like a schlumpy Work At Home Dog Mom.
When Lisa arrived home from work, we gave the kids their second afternoon snack. Lisa took them out for afternoon playtime. I went on the front porch for a few minutes.
I do need to add that Lisa was very excited about what I had made for dinner because it's one of her favorites.
While Lisa was taking the kids outside for their afternoon outdoor time, I sat at the table to work on a blog column.
I received a text from someone I had seen while on the front porch moments ago.
"I'm actually jealous that you're already in your PJ's."
I sat back in my chair. Disgusted. I was shocked because this person has seen me in what I was wearing, and similar apparel, many times before. They had never sent a text like this one.
Right at that moment, Lisa walked in. She saw the look on my face and asked what was wrong. I showed her the text.
She was just as disgusted and baffled as I was and asked if I was going to respond. At first, I said no, but when Lisa took the last of our kids outside, I decided to respond.
I began the text with, "Wow..."
Then, I explained that I was not in my PJ's. I was wearing daytime lounge pants, a turtleneck and Crocs Flip Flops. I explained that my hair was in a neat bun because I had been cooking and baking all day. I had lip gloss on. My nails were freshly polished.
I ended the text with mentioning that the only ones who see me in my pajamas are Lisa and our kids.
The reply text was, "They looked like PJ's from where I was. I didn't mean anything bad by it."
I didn't respond back.
Throughout the rest of the afternoon and evening, I couldn't shake how that text made me feel. It was not a good feeling at all.
For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why this text was even sent to me. Or, what would prompt someone to send a text like that.
Apparently, they didn't think it through.
I'm a Work At Home Dog Mom. I don't get dolled up in the morning before starting my day. When I'm at home during the cold weather months, I wear comfortable lounge pants, a turtleneck, my Crocs Flip Flops and my hair is usually in a sloppy bun because I cook and bake every day.
I dress comfortable because of what I do on a daily basis.
I don't wear makeup because it irritates my face and personally, I hate it.
I don't have fake nails nor do I get manicures because I hate both. I do my own nails and they look great most of the time.
I'm a New England girl so during the cold weather months, instead of wearing shorts or skirts, I wear daytime lounge pants. And, I adore turtlenecks because they're warm and comfortable.
When Lisa and I go out every once in a while, I do get a little dressed up.
It really irritates me that people assume I'm in my pajamas because I'm dressed comfortably.
I don't wear my pajamas outside. Neither does Lisa.
When Lisa gets home from work, she changes out of her work clothes and into a pair of daytime lounge pants and a t-shirt. That's what she wears up until it's time for bed.
On the weekends, unless she goes out, she wears comfortable apparel as well.
Today, I'm still a bit bothered by the text.
While scrolling through one of my social media feeds early this morning, I stumbled on a post from a friend of mine...
"It bugs me when people are unnecessarily mean. Like, you didn't have to make that comment. You could have just kept your mouth shut and left that person not feeling bad about themselves. What do you gain from making someone else feel like shit? Nothing of substance. Maybe a fleeting moment of power but that's gone as soon as it comes...so why? There's enough unhappiness in the world without you adding to it."
That pretty much nailed how that text made me feel.
Reading this quote helped me to put things into perspective. Get up. Brush myself off.
Face forward.
Onward march.
And, I made a little promise to myself during the process.
I will never let anyone make me feel inferior.
I will never let anyone dampen my spirits.
Ever. Again.
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