Before I had kids, shopping was a hobby of mine. It still is, but instead of shopping for adorable shoes and the latest clothing styles; I shop for baby clothes, toys and room decor for my kids.
I recently decided it was time for me to take some time for myself. A day of shopping, relaxation and pampering were on the menu. I started the day off at a nail salon, getting a French manicure and a pedicure. I sat in the plush massage chair while my feet receive some much needed TLC. I was in such a state of euphoria that I actually fell asleep; but was quickly assured that ‘it happens all the time.’ All that I could think was “I hope I didn’t snore!” I left the nail salon feeling relaxed and rejuvenated, just what I needed.
I headed over to the hair salon, ready to part with my nasty split ends. I always feel weird getting my hair done, I’m not one to make small talk, and I hate feeling like I’m supposed to engage in meaningless conversation. But the hair stylist was amazing, he eased into light conversation by asking about my family. After talking with him a bit, I found out that we were the same age, which totally took me off guard. Here I was thinking he was this young kid, right our of high school. I felt a bit uncomfortable for awhile; I felt so….old. What do I have in common with this guy? We may be the same age, but I sure don’t feel like it. So I asked him about his friends and family; it was nice to hear about what was going on in his life; it was nice to have a conversation with a real adult! A conversation that didn’t involve topics of poop, diapers and tantrums!
I ended the day by hitting up a few stores. I had decided it was time for me to re-evaluate my wardrobe. No more maternity jeans and old lady tops for me! Or so I thought…
It seemed as though each outfit I tried on just accentuated my flaws. After having kids, things just aren’t where they are supposed to be. Gravity has reared it’s ugly head and my body is a victim. I have rolls coming from places it shouldn’t. I want to hide this and cover that, without wearing a mu-mu! When I finally did find clothing that hid my flaws and felt comfortable, I realized these were styles that even my grandma wouldn’t be caught dead in. Seriously, you have got to be kidding me! My favorite past-time has now become a dreaded chore. Why oh why can I not find solace and peace in the one thing I had found comfort in just 5 years ago!?
I left the mall, cursing each and every clothing designer that came to mind.
























