Why Don’t Moms Get Uniforms?

I love uniforms; they do it for me. I don’t think I am alone in this. There is something about a person in a uniform. So professional, so clean, so “together.” 

I’ve crushed on people in uniforms. I’ve dated my share of uniforms. In high school, it was athletes. In my adult life, I dated cowboys, delivery drivers and people whose work phone number is 911. I love uniforms. I eventually married a person with a uniform.

Uniforms mean you have a real job. Just ask any preschooler ever, my own daughter included. I once overheard her tell a friend that she has “one mom who is a firefighter and one mom who is an email.” Her voice dropped a little when she said my word. Or at least that is what I heard. Being a mom was my job. Moms don’t get uniforms.

It is my experience that people who work jobs that require uniforms are often Type A. I am not Type A. I am a solid B-minus on a good day. I am a creative and a cook and a crafter. I am a momtrepreneur and a writer. I specialize in blanket forts, a nutritious breakfast and Microsoft Office. 

A lot goes down in a day in my home office. It is at times a hurricane of smells, colors, and Word documents. It was a virtual assault to the psyche of my uniform-wearing partner. She couldn’t see the beauty in the creativity, only the chaos. We divorced and I spent a few years sideways, off the rails. 

Part of my rebuilding included lots of therapy and getting a “real” job. It just so happens that the real job I scored requires me to wear a uniform. I like the job. I love the uniform. I appreciate the time I save not worrying about what I am going to wear to work. It affords me more time to write, cook, and create.

My rebuilding is slow, deliberate, steady. Having a good job is good for my bottom line and my self- esteem. And, although I am not ready to date again, I do have a crush on a girl in a uniform.

‘Cause I’m my own soulmate (Yeah, yeah)

I know how to love me (Love me)

I know that I’m always gonna hold me down

Yeah, I’m my own soulmate (Yeah, yeah)

No, I’m never lonely (Lonely)

I know I’m a queen but I don’t need no crown

Look up in the mirror like damn she the one

LIZZO, SoulMate

Rachelle Sorensen-Cox was born in Vernal Utah 1971, to a poet and an outlaw. 

Originally to be called Kristen, Rachelle was given her first name by her mother, and her Surname has been up for grabs ever since. 

In the years between 1971-2007 Rachelle was, adopted, emancipated, married, divorced, married, divorced, or domestic-partnered into the following last names:

Rachelle Jacobsen, Rachelle Greener, Rachelle Jacobsen, Rachelle Sorensen, Rachelle Sorensen Haynes, Rachelle Sorensen, Rachelle Sorensen Gooch, Rachelle Sorensen, Rachelle Sorensen-Cox

She is a beauty school dropout and a Community College Graduate. Rachelle’s resume is a myriad of random and remarkable accomplishments in Radio & Television, Sports Promotion and Production, and Retail. Rachelle is a hardworking, creative with an incredible knack for connecting people. She is a smart, outspoken creative, and a Human Resources nightmare. 

Rachelle currently works as a Customer Service Representative at Public Transit Station and a free-lance writer.