11 Comments posted by Kristi on Friday, April 13, 2007 at 7:15 AM
Once upon a time, I got out of bed in the morning when my alarm went off, showered, ate breakfast, dressed myself in pieces from my professional wardrobe, which mainly consists of your standard issue buttondown shirts, pants, sweaters, and the occasional skirt, hopped in my car, stopped at Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks for my daily joe, and went to work.
And now? My alarm is a babbling 7 1/2 month old. I don't take a shower or eat breakfast until much later in the morning, after Isabella has gone down for her nap and I've done my treadmill run. The coffee comes out of the pot in my kitchen. And my work clothes, well, let's just say they don't exactly meet the "business casual" standard I was used to adhering to.
Behold, the new mommy wardrobe.
As you can see, it consists of black running pants, a button-free, easy-to-lift-up shirt to facilitate nursing, a zip-up hoodie, and HAWT powder blue slippers.
This is what I wear pretty much all day, every day. I have several variations of these pants, and about 12 nursing-friendly shirts. I know it is schlumpy. And frumpy. And quite possibly the most depressing collection of clothing you've ever layed eyes on.
But, before you go all agog and aghast on me, remember that I work from home. My manager and coworkers don't see me. They hear my disembodied (although extremely pleasant! And cheerful! And always awake, and never, ever exhausted-sounding!) voice on the other end of their phone.
And in my defense, I will say that if I actually dressed myself in decent clothing, I would be doing 15 loads of laundry a week, because by the end of the day, I'm usually covered in any number of baby bodily fluids, pureed food, and enough cat hair to weave together and make another cat from sitting on the floor with the babe all day long. And laundry and I? We tolerate eachother for the fresh-scented good of the household, but we are not friends.
I know I'm not alone in my mommy fashion misery. The moms in the Song-and-Storytime group I take Isabella to each Thursday make me look damn good because I actually wash my hair before going. Everyone is in fleece. Or sweatshirts. Most have baby spitup stains on them somewhere. And yes, some of them are even sporting the "mom jean."
Ahh... fashion safety in numbers.