Whoa. Guess I needed a few weeks to recover from the 9 year old birthday party. But I’m back! And I’m ready to share with you what I wear pretty much every day. It is what I have started calling the Mom Uniform. I did not know it was the mom uniform until Husband, after a week of seeing me in the same black yoga pants, said “You look like a Bethesda mom now!” I do not know if that’s a good thing.
The Mom Uniform was confirmed several days later when my sister, herself a mother of 4, walked in my door wearing the exact same ensemble as me, down to the cream hoodie and black puffy coat. Again, I do not know if that’s a good thing.
What I do know is that this uniform serves many purposes. It’s often the result of a morning workout cut short by The Babe that turns into a jaunt to the grocery store and 10 more errands, and then before I know it night has fallen and I think “hey, these are kind of like pajamas!” Even more often it’s the result of wishful thinking, the kind of optimism that leads me to believe that simply putting on the workout clothes will lead to some sort of exercise later in the day. Or that wearing spandex and sneakers somehow makes the walk around Target a legitimate calorie burner.
But really, this outfit is supremely comfortable AND practical. Stretchy for all your sagging post-baby body parts, yet sleek and sporty. Nothing has to be dry cleaned, nothing will be ruined if The Babe decides to make it rain carrot purée. Sunglasses help with the cool factor while also hiding the bags under your eyes. Could it get any better??
Well, I know it could get worse. If I start wearing mom jeans, someone please slap me.
Unlikely Diplomat 