So you know how you wake up at, say, 3 or 4 in the morning because something is bugging you…then lay there hoping sleep will drop by again…and it does…about 5:57am, heavily weighting you to the bed until 6:57am. So you’re still in your pajamas when you take your daughter to school at 7…and you know darn well how the gods have waited patiently for you to try this again since you swore you wouldn’t after the incident in the parking lot that you witnessed bleary-eyed in your thin nightgown and hiking boots five years ago. The creepy officer who took your statement probably didn’t even include it in the report even though he made you repeat it several teeth-chattering times…which was way worse than the smirk you got from the coolest-teacher-in-the-school who was on drop-off monitor duty this morning. He will out you later today in a subtle, dry-witted way in the teacher’s lounge and all the other teachers will laugh and think he is even cooler than he was before—if that is possible. You will be invited to join a fundraising committee to save face…which is futile but you have your daughter’s reputation to think of so you’ll go. You’ll wear too much make up, boots and black jeans but your purse will still be brown. You will wonder who noticed when you wake up at 3 or 4 the next morning.