Here’s the thing. What’s the fun of working at home if you have to dress up? I mean, my alarm goes off at , I drink coffee and do my online stuff, walk a couple of miles (weather permitting), and then shower. At that point, quite often I go back to the laptop for a while before actually getting dressed and putting on makeup. I’m not being a slacker just because I’m in my bathrobe. And, heck, who’s going to see me?
Well… Tuesday it was the FedEx guy. My son was expecting the delivery, it had to be signed for, and I was the only one home. I peeked out the window when I heard the knock at the door, and when I saw the FedEx truck, I knew my momly duty was to answer the door. In my white terry bathrobe and matching headgear, unlike our model above who has cutely coiffed dry hair. I knew if I didn’t hurry, the guy would leave and take the package with him.
I apologized profusely, and as he left I told him to try to block it from his mind. Poor guy. I hope he isn’t traumatized.
Of course my son owes me, big time.