What Not to Wear, unless you're a mom.

Here's a little glimpse into my life. Kitten still isn't consistently sleeping through the night and was up for two hours last night. I woke up with both Lovey and Kitten at 6:20 on about 4 or 5 hours sleep. Like most mornings of this nature Lovey and Kitten were very demanding of my time and Honey was put the door to work by 6:30. We layer in my bed and the girls had milk while I tried to sleep. Lovey had other ideas and either sang or talked the entire time. Kitten finished her milk and leaned over to try to grab Lovey's glasses.

I finally give up and take them both downstairs. In the next two hours I have to: make coffee, drink coffee (hopefully and hopefully still warm), feed three people, pack a snack and a backpack, dress three people, force one person to eat and pee and get her hair brushed while trying to remain calm and simultaneously bribe her with TV shows. Whilst this forcing occurs a little person with a new found love of practicing her bite is whining at my leg begging to be picked up so she can sink her chompers into my shoulder.

When mornings are like this something's gotta give. And I will be damned if it's me. So these are the days the following attire is required: unwashed ponytail, baggy yoga pants, a stained, ripped hoodie, and slip on sneakers. I have no time for anything else on these days. These are the days I'm lucky if I remember to brush my teeth. And yes I wear this attire to school drop off and occasionally to the grocery store. Gasp.

I have been a fan of Stacy and Clinton's work for years. I love What Not to Wear and have learned a lot about my style in the process. I have learned that the above attire is strictly forbidden in public. They very often go straight for the fuzzy fleece garments and throw them directly into the trash. They abhore the word "comfortable". They find practical sneaker unsightly. They call comfort clothes "giving up". (I call it survival.) I get it. Not attractive or stylish. Not for public viewing. Honestly, I'd be shocked if Stacy or Clinton wore sweats in private. I picture them lounging on the couch in sheath dresses and seersucker suits. But I'm pretty sure neither Stacy nor Clinton has children, or watches said non-existent children full-time. Or has children and has to go off to work after a morning like that. Therefore, as the saying goes, they "just don't get it".

So to all you mommies out there, whether you're a stay at home mom or a working mom who has ever had a morning like this, fear not. I give you permission to get through the day however you can and if it means dressing like a schlub, so be it. If Stacy and Clinton don't like it they can kiss my yoga pant covered ass.