You know what I'm talking about - that shirt and pants you put on during the first nap of the day. The pants that other women, women who actually practice, refer to as Yoga pants. And the shirt that you really should have retired in your early 20's but continue to wear, because it: A. Reminds you of your glory days B. Is now softer than most of Doc McStuffin's patients C. Will collect a number of different bodily fluids over the next 6 - 10 hours or D. All of the above.
When Little Bug goes down for her first nap, its time to get out of my jams and in to the Mom Uniform and I, for one, really love it - for a number of reasons. While I always have grand intentions of working out during one of our nap times, the Uniform only slightly assists with that. I put it on every day because its easy, because its active, because - let's be honest - it stretches.
These days I spend more than my fair share of time on the floor and I need some pants with a lot of give. Every day, you move a little bit farther, a little bit faster. So I am effectively chasing after you, picking you up, redirecting you. I mean I can only pull you out of tight spaces so many times before my skinnies rip a little bit - we reserve those fancy pants for date night.
I'm not sure if you've gone shopping for yogi pants lately, but they have gotten sassy. Ladies, we've come along way from black and maaaybe dark gray (if you're a fashionista). I've become a big fan of the funky prints and patterns. In the drawer that houses my Mom Uniform, stripes and plaid definitely mix, bright orange and red are frinemies, and polka dots are a girls best friend. These pants allow me to bring a little fun into my wardrobe, even on days when we don't leave the house.
Though it doesn't sound like it, there are days (one or two during the "work week") when I put on 'real clothes', when I remember what my straightener is and actually use it, when I Put. On. Makeup. Shocking, I know. Why don't I do this every day? Logistics. Logistically, it does not make sense. I plan our days around meals and naps. If we're going out for longer than 20 minutes, I have to pack everything I need to keep the babe fed, clothed, and out of poop dipes. If I don't, meltdown. If she just took a nap in the crib - I can not put her right into the car for more than 10 minutes. If I do, meltdown. If we are getting close to nap time and we're in the car but more than 3 minutes from the home I may have to burn 40 minutes worth of gas just so Bug can get a decent nap. If I don't, and we go home and try to take a crib nap, you guessed it - meltdown.
It takes time to get ready. I don't always have the time (or interest) in putting on makeup or getting public ready while L is napping. There is always something do be done around the house. Laundry to be done, dishes to be washed, rooms to be decorated (we're getting a playroom!), lists to be made, workouts to be attempted. And those naps aren't always as long as Mom would like - thus, I feel good about the Mom Uniform in public.
Yes, when I make it out of the house - in real clothes - I feel a major #momwin. And when I see another mom in real clothes, hair done, makeup on, I feel a #momwin for her. I want to stop her in her tracks and give her a hug. You are a rockstar and I am proud of you!
But here's something funny: On days when I get ready and then I see a mom in yoga pants, tennies, and a tee. I think to myself - 'Man, she looks cute and comfy. I wish I were wearing that.'
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