A Glorified Sweatpants Mom

Long before I even thought about having kids I've had a secret horror I would one day grow up to be a sweat pants mom.

I couldn't fathom having the will power to shower, dress and style myself if I had no obligations to present myself in public.

Well when I had Jonas we did go out a lot. Nearly every morning and afternoon involved an outing. Neither of us it turned out was a homebody. And so temporarily my sweat pants Mom fears were laid to rest. I had passed the test, or so I thought.

But now that our backyard is about the only place we get "out" and going downstairs to the basement feels like a "trip" my will power is crumbled.

Most mornings I reach for my exercise clothes or if they aren't clean then one of Matt's shirts or hoodies and basketball shorts or sweatpants (because I purged mine after having Jonas thinking I might fall victim to wearing them everyday).

Sometimes I do the snuggli-one-baby-and put the other- two-in-the-twin-stroller-thing to walk to Nana's or the park and then I at least smudge a little concealer under my eyes and throw on some jeans. But the truth is I detest the stares and questions I inevitably get from strangers. And as soon as one child starts to fuss, I'm done. My only option is to flee for home.

And so my decline. I hardly ever bother with makeup and sometimes I don't even run a comb or some product through my hair after a shower.

So while I am holding onto some of my birthday money in case I ever find a dress that is flattering, comfortable and modest for church (which hasn't happened in the last six years so it might be time to turn to a seamstress), I am allocating half to some "glorified" sweat pants Mom clothes.

And so if I'm going to resign myself to a sweat pants wearing Mom I might as well make it a glorified version. I think I have just enough will power and energy to muster that.