Being a stay-at-home mom doesn't necessarily mean you literally have to stay at home, yet I find myself holed up every so often - and looking the part.
Picture if you will: greasy tendrils of hair flattened to my skull, a white-turned-ecru ribbed tank top layered atop an overstretched sports bra, wide-legged cut-off sweats that hit just below mid-shin, and a pair of paper-thin $4 flip flops. It is so comfortable.
But now (actually, as of two months ago) I'm on the job hunt, and I'm forced to spruce myself up a bit. Where to start?
Well, it is labor. For me. Truthfully, I sorta like dressing like a slob. My favorite sweatshirt is a faded and ripped sweatshirt that I actually found on a field down in Burlington five years ago. I've worn it to dinner at the Nimbus.
Yesterday the hubby came home and actually suggested that I spend money on a stylish cut and color for my straggly hair. "For the job search," he said sheepishly, "Ya know, ya have to play the game." I had to laugh, and couldn't be offended. My last haircut was close to a year ago.
I guess I bring all of this up as a sort of lament. It is the realization that as I move back into the work-a-day world, I will miss being a stay at home mom - if only for the dress code.
