I don’t wear yoga pants unless I am at the gym.
I arrive at my daughter’s early morning dance class in makeup and “clothes” that aren’t yoga pants or sweat-suits.
I might be totally cool with my daughter being loud in public sometimes also.
I might also join her.
That might have been me, singing broadway in a Target store, but I will never tell.
I might not love cooking, and I might just find all of reality television to be the death of me, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be my friend, mothers.