I am so excited to introduce you all to Aprille today. She blogs over at Beautiful in His Time, and she has a little boy a few months older than my Little Man. She’s joining us today for the “confessions of an imperfect mother” series. Aprille is sharing a very relatable post today, about not getting dressed up every day when she’s home caring for her young son. I can definitely identify with this post, and really appreciated her honesty. Like Aprille, I love to get all dolled up to go out, but save my nice clothes for when I’m out of the house (and away from sticky fingers!) What about you? she asks a couple questions at the end of this post, so be sure to read to the bottom and weigh in yourself! we would both love to hear from you!!! But enough from me…Here’s Aprille:
It seems that there is a trend in the blogosphere, especially among mothers…and this trend goes something like this:
“Dress for success” or “Dress for the day you want to have” or “Get out of the pajamas, you will have a much more productive day if you do!”
The premise behind this trend assumes that moms who wear pajamas or “frumpy” clothes are unmotivated to work, feel bad about themselves, and have a tendency to be lazy. Instead of wearing frumpy clothes, women are encouraged to get up early, get dressed, put on makeup, feel better about themselves and thus have more productive days. (Bonus points for posting cute outfits with accompanying accessories and cute hairsyles in a weekly “What I Wore” feature on your blog.)
I’m so glad for the moms out there who can don heels and makeup and magically feel better and be more productive. But this is one of those trends that I look at and say, “That’s great! But it’s just not for me.”
And so, this imperfect mother’s confession: I wear pajamas or cotton pants most of the time I am home.
Maybe it’s just because I have a toddler. But I just don’t feel like I can be myself when I’m wearing a nice outfit at home. Throughout my days I change the poopy diaper of my squirmy son. I often get huge hugs and kisses by a child who is covered in yogurt, fruit, buttery crumbs from toast and sticky apple juice. I have, on more than one occasion, had to rescue a kicking and screaming child who is covered in muddy water from the mud puddle that he insisted on splashing in. It’s not out of the ordinary for me to realize that I have another human being snot on my shoulder. In fact, I think that happend to me twice last week. And don’t get me started on my own klutziness and lack of coordination that has me spilling my coffee down the front of my shirt at least once a week, and somehow gets more water on myself than the dishes I’m trying to wash.
Even aprons haven’t been able to save my clothes.
So the idea of wearing a cute outfit, nice jeans, and a trendy scarf around my house just seems ridiculously impractical.
Then there is the sensory and comfort aspect of it all. I like wearing nice-fitting jeans or a skirt when I head out to Bible study or MOPS, but the moment I get home and sit down on my couch to check email, or I bend over to pick up toys for the fifteenth time, the waistband of my outfit crushes against my leftover baby pooch and my skin crawls with irritation. I can’t get it off fast enough. I’m learning to like wearing scarves out to functions, but after awhile once I’m home and trying to work on dishes and laundry, I’m tired of the ends swinging in front of me and making sure I don’t feel like I’m choking again.
And then there is hair and makeup. My son loves my hair. Which is awesome. But if my hair is down, his crummy, sticky hands are in it. Playing with it, pulling it twisting it and tangling it. And so, even if it WAS done nicely, it’s not really anymore. Not to mention the pain factor! And makeup? Well, it just seems pointless when I’ve already ditched the cute outfit and the cute hair.
I dress up to go out. Some nice jeans, a relatively nice top, and tennis shoes or flip flops. On Sundays, I take it a step further and wear a skirt or dress, nice shoes, panty hoes, and curl my hair and wear makeup. But the moment I walk in the door after being out, I make a beeline for the pajama drawer and pull out a t-shirt that is already covered in stains and a comfortable pair of pajama or cotton pants. I throw my hair in a pony tail, and breathe a deep sigh of relief.
And I like it that way. In a comfortable outfit that I don’t mind getting dirty and my hair pulled back, I’m read to get to work on whatever house cleaning, poopy-diaper changing, sticky-fingered-child rocking, dishwashing, or floor scrubbing needs to be done.
Motherhood is messy. And so I don’t dress for success. I dress for the mess.
And I give hugs in a abundance, because it doesn’t matter if I get yogurt or snot on my shirt. I do the dishes and laugh at myself for splashing dirty greasy water on my shirt yet again, instead of crying that I’ve ruined my favorite cute top.
And when I do get a break, I sit down on the couch with a cup of coffee and my Facebook account and just enjoy being me.
So, what about you? Are you a heels, scarves, earrings and makeup sort of gal? If so, how in the world do you keep your clothes from being ruined and your hair in place when you have little ones? (I’m not asking in judgment–I really want to know!)
Or are you like me, and just breathed a big sigh of relief that you are not the only mother who lives in pajamas…
Aprille is a young wife and mother. She enjoys playing the piano, photography, spending time with her husband and son, blogging, Facebook, and drinking lots of coffee. She blogs at Beautiful in His Time where she shares her personal chronicle of finding God’s beauty in the messes of her life: her marriage, her mothering, and her relationship with Him!
Interested in more “confessions of an imperfect mother? You can read more about the series and find links to all the posts that have been written for the series thus far by clicking the image below. Got a confession of your own? click here to read more about guest-posting and submitting a “confession” post of your own!
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