Love You Too, Mom

"Love you too, Mom."

That was the reply I got when I said I wouldn't be walking her, my young teenager, into the temple for her friend's Bat Mitzvah. Still in my pjs, for the drive by drop off, I didn't think it was appropriate for me to be seen in public, but for a drop off -- marginally okay.

Still in my pjs because I had been on the phone with spa reservations for her first spa treatment. Still in my pjs because I made pancakes for her breakfast. Still in my pjs because I was cleaning up the kitchen.

I asked if she wanted to wait for me to shower and dress appropriately for a house of worship. She gave me the look and walked out of the house.

She is very lucky I drove her. I'm still seething, still in my pjs.