I admit it, most of the time I am wearing my mom uniform: leggings or destructed jeans, a loose tee–mainly mom graphic tees, hair in a top knot, barely any makeup, and sneakers. I’m fine with it, because the majority of my days are spent shuttling tiny humans to and from school and buying groceries and breastfeeding a baby while I scroll through my phone and try to remember to eat lunch. But, whenever I do put a little more effort into my style, I feel so much better throughout the day. My problem is the shopping part. The going to a store with 2-3 tiny humans and trying on all the things while keeping them from escaping under fitting room doors.
It’s stressful. Trying to find clothes that will work on your body. Squeezing your stroller and tiny humans into a fitting room. Then taking the time to try them all on. Texting your girlfriends pictures to get their opinions. Giving the threenager a snack. Trying on more clothes. Feeding the baby while still trying to decide if the top you really like is too trendy for you. It’s stressful and exhausting.