This is really hard to admit, even pseudonymously.

But once, right after Pea was born, I accidentally wore Crocs to court.

I say accidentally because I had heels with me. But my feet still hurt, so I wore the Crocs in the car. And I was brain dead from lack  of sleep. I forgot to put the heels on and didn’t realize I was wearing the Crocs until after I’d gone up, signed myself in for ex parte, waited my turn, gone in to chat with the judge, and then left chambers.

And then, in open court, I looked down and said in front of everyone else waiting for ex parte, “Oh, shit.”

Sure, this was one of the most laid back judges in most laid back of the three circuit courts in our metro region. And she never noticed, because she didn’t turn around until after I was sitting across from her desk. But…God, you guys. I wore Crocs. To court.

I am usually overdressed for my area of the country. I get twitchy if my bag and hat and shoes don’t match. I break out in hives if I see navy and brown worn together.

Five years was a long time for me to be carrying this secret around.

I feel much better now.