I Finally Did It - I Committed the Number One Fashion Mommy Don't
Even since having children, I've been acutely aware that I've been in a downward slide. Not the downward slide of those things that sag after having kids. The Mommy pooch or saggy boobs. I've got both. And I'm also not just talking about the the downward slide of aging as I turn 40 in a couple of weeks. No, it is more than that. I don't know what is at the bottom and I don't really want to find out. Sometimes I hate the slide, even though I seem incapable of stopping it. Sometimes I don't care.
I used to be a fairly organized woman, somewhat fashionably dressed (at least for the corporate world), well connected, on partnership track at my law firm. That was before children. People tell you your life will be different after children, and you know it will be. But what you can't imagine is that there is an overwhelming list of things to do all the FREAKING time. And that list causes a downward slide into chaos because no person can do it all. No sane person would even try. But I do. I make the mistake of trying all the time.
Today, I got much closer to that bottom as I committed a grievous sin. The number one Mommy Fashion Don't. I faced the reality of that slide this morning as I clambered out of my minivan this morning to drop off my son at Kindergarten as a big Fashion DON'T.
Stacy and Cliton from What Not To Wear would have made faces (hey, if you guys are reading this, I would LOVE a $5,000 shopping spree even if you make fun of every piece of clothing I own). Glamour would have put me in the Don't category. And my son even walked ahead of me and pretended he didn't really know me.
My mommy fashion faux pas? I went to school in almost exactly what I wore to bed with two exceptions. I pulled on a sweatshirt to cover the fact that I was not wearing a bra (which is a fashion sin in and of itself given my cup size) and I brushed my teeth. Yes, I went to school with my pajamas on and my hair unbrushed. Without a speck of makeup. With my glasses on.
It might be cute if you are slender and in your 20's. It isn't cute when you are 2 weeks shy of 40 with a mommy pooch and floppy boobs.
It wasn't my plan this morning to announce to the world that I'm not handling motherhood, working outside the home, and all the other things I do, very well. I just cemented that I'm that crazy mom. I was going to shower and get dressed like I normally do since I usually drive straight to work. But, well, life got in the way. My son was so engrossed in playing a computer game that he had an accident on our eco-friendly wool carpet. (Can someone tell me why the hell boys do that?) If you couldn't guess, wool & urine don't smell particularly good, so I had to clean it up, which meant that I didn't have time to take a shower, especially when my son reminded me that he needed his swim stuff for his lesson after school.
So I went to school in my pajamas. And slipped a bit down the slide.