They say some people wear their emotions on their sleeve, I wear my motherhood. At any given moment, I am, amongst other things, a human tissue, sporting at least a little snot.
The other night at 3:00am, I woke up because our son was literally on my head. I know you find this shocking- that it’s really hard to sleep with 27 pounds of toddler poised as a hat.
This morning, I sat at my desk going over accounts only to realize a small section of strawberry cereal bar plastered to my cheek. Nice. Left over from a sticky, pudgy hand touching my face at daycare drop off, I’m sure.
I’ve never really been into fashion. And now that I’m a Mom to two preschoolers, this trend seems to be accelerating into an interesting combination: I’m like an old lady punctuated with remnants of toddlerhood. Just last week, I had the unfortunate mingling of a frumpish scarf with old lady pin, and the pre-mature arrival of elastic waist pants. The struggle is real. (Yet, if Stacy and Clinton from TLC’s “What Not To Wear” showed up at my door, I would secretly plot how I could use that money on books instead.) I’m just embracing truth: I can have a gift/curse to dress like a 70 year old librarian. (No offense to my Mom, who actually is a cool 70- something retired librarian :).
On any given day, my socks don’t match. I can’t waste precious energy ensuring an exact pairing. If they are, however, in the same ball park color-wise, then yeah me.
Sticky imprints, mis-matched socks, questionable markings (I did just wash that, didn’t I?) That’s about all I’ve got right now. I can enjoy rocking these otherwise whacka-doodle accessories; or I can stress it, but I’ve got bigger fish to fry, so I may as well rock them.
I’m optimistic – I may look really put together in another decade or two. Yes, my fashion could be a fine wine, as my kids age, it does too, better and better in time.
And, perhaps someday, I will be smokin’ hot, running fashion shows out my nursing home dining room. 🙂