I wrote before about the four foundational pieces of my Momdrobe.
For my birthday, my sister, Auntie-Mommy Dee, as we call her, gifted me with The Best Present Ever: Lucy yoga pants.
I got them on Tuesday. I have not removed them from my person. That's how awesome they are.
The other three elements, I'm still working on. You can't rush these things. Don't underestimate the importance of finding just the right sweatshirt. I mean, hood? No hood? Full zip? Half zip? No zip. These are important first world conundrums.
While you go sit and consider those mind-boggling things, I wanted to add some accessories to the mix.
1. The Mom Hair.
Short, out of the way, and I mean business! Sometimes, I wish I had long hair, that I could shape into meticulous tendrils. But, 1) my thick, relatively textured hair don't play that and 2) WHEN. EVER. my hair is long, it ends up in a pony tail or bun. And not one of those cute, fancy pants, with braids and wisps and a romantic softness around the face kind of deals that are popular these days. Nope. We're talking high school athlete pony tail. But, with less sweat. OF COURSE. (Exercise? You can get hurt doing that.)
2. Hello? Hipster Glasses, duh.
Makes up for whatever street cred I lost when I cut my hair. Ugh. I'm getting to an age where I'm not sure what I can pull off anymore. I try to wear things that I won't regret twenty years from now when you girls pull out the ol' iPad12 to look through family photos. Unfortunately, I know glasses are one of those things that will date me. I can hear it now: "MOM! You wore THOSE? You look... you look... like a dork." And I'll reply, "Hey! Your cousins were wearing those glasses in the 2010s too." And you'll roll your eyes and be like: "Weren't they like cool 'tweens and high-schoolers at the time?" Uh, yeah, so what? And you'll walk away shaking your head, with a "my point exactly" look on your face.
3. The Whip.
It was time to enter Mom-car territory. Your daddy would NEVER go for a mini-van, not that I pushed it. So, an SUV took the cake. (It can also haul a LOT of cake). We could have survived in our four-door sedan, but I started to suspect we were getting minor brain damage from the number of times I hit your and my own head putting you in and out of the car. And if I ate one more donut, I wouldn't have been able to squeeze between the two car seats in the back. Now, we can carry more People and more Stuff! Like the good red-blooded Americans we are... driving in a Swedish car, in our Swedish clothes, hauling our Swedish furniture. BUT! BUT! I'm most excited, that now I can go buy REALLY BIG things at the lumber yard and build things with my own two American Pioneer Homesteader Urban Farmer Off the Grid Zombie Apocalypse and Earthquake Proofer hands. I digress. What's most important, is that I can commence donut eating in 4, 3, 2, 1...
This has been another quasi-helpful public service announcement for those investing in a Stay at Home Momdrobe.