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.Continued on the next page