In these sleepy months with a new little baby under our roof, I've found myself wearing sweats (or 'softies' as my family calls them) more often than not. My jeans lay folded in the closet, cute shirts and sweaters hang sadly untouched, and my 5 inch spike heels? Ha. Forget about it.
As much as I hate to admit it, I've embraced the Mom-iform. The uniform of the Mom, if you will. Comfy, slouchy sweat pants, roomy t-shirts, soft nursing tanks, yoga pants, and zip-up hoodies. You know the drill. I still like to dress nicely if I'm going to be out and about running errands or meeting up with friends at play dates or for church. And I do feel a bit bad sometimes about not trying to look my best for my husband each day (even though he kindly tells me I look beautiful even when covered in dried spit-up. Bless that lying man. ;) But, if the girls and I aren't going to be leaving the house for the day, I just can't find a reason to get completely gussied up. I mean, I shower (fairly regularly...shout out to the dry shampoo!!!), I at least apply mascara to my tired face, and I put on clean softies each morning. But...the Mom-iform persists.
This Reign of the Sweat Pant is only for a season, I realize. I mean, when I'm basically a walking burp cloth with baby barf on my sleeve, shoulder, shirt, and in my hair at all moments of the day, why would I want to iron a fancy shirt only to have to change in mere hours? During this time of having a snugly, floppy baby constantly wallowing around on my chest and in my arms, I find myself avoiding any clothes with embellishments or buttons, and I usually forgo necklaces if I do get dressed up for the day. I don't want to scratch up her precious face with my ridiculous sequins and chunky baubles! And really, if I'm going to be squatting down on the floor to color with 'trayons' twenty times a day or hoist us all up onto my bed to snuggle and tickle, why would I want to be in uncomfortable jeans that might "officially" fit once again, but still create the ever-so-lovely little muffin top of post-baby flab?!?!?!
I ask you, does this make sense?!?!
Thus, I shall proudly embrace the Mom-iform during this time of snugly baby-dom and toddler fun-dom.
Baby barf and all.