I used to be put together. Now, I can often be found in a ponytail and what can only be called mompants. My mom uniform is black drawstring pants from Target and a long-sleeved t-shirt.
I didn’t even know I had a uniform, until I realized my last pair of black drawstring pants needed to be thrown out on account of smelliness. My washer wasn’t working properly and because of that (plus my self-diagnosed ADD) a critical load of laundry sat in the washer too long and I can’t get the smell out. After $300 in washing machine repair, I now have to replace the smelly clothes.
Off to Target. Which way to the mompants, Target people? Oh, over here. Thanks. Saw another mom at the racks. “You here for the mompants, too?” She wasn’t amused. I was, though.
I’ll be thinking about her tomorrow when I debut my new sweats. Not too much longer and I can trade in my winter uniform for my summer one. That consists of flip-flops, a rainbow of t-shirts and khaki cargo shorts. Oh yeah, and the ever-present ponytail. You know, I know better. I just don’t care right now. I guess I need that moment in the store when I walk past some mirrors and am taken aback at the frumpster I see before me.
Heather Robinson. Temporary resident of Frumptown, USA. Where do you get YOUR mompants? What’s your uniform? Fess up. You know you have one.