In Raleigh, N.C., good day care is a mortgage payment. The amount we would take home if I kept working just didn't hold to the priceless advantage of being home with the baby as he grew. Then there's, you know, taking care of a baby 24/7. I forgot to consider that I would be so busy caring for a newborn that I wouldn't even have time to THINK about any shopping outside of basic needs and baby stuff, let alone, go. Old shopping habits quickly disappear when you have someone else to think about full time.
The first time I went (self) shopping at all since the birth of our son was at his six month mark. I kept forgetting about a gift certificate I had in my wallet since Christmas to one of my favorite clothing stores. I saved it because I was six months pregnant when it was given to me. I opted to wait to buy myself new clothes until I had some idea on what my new weight might be post-birth.
Jump to nine months later, I was grateful to be back to my pre-pregnancy weight (sorry for the brag, but I worked hard for that!) and feeling ready to indulge in something pretty to wear. I drove to the mall on a Saturday so my husband could watch our son and I wouldn't be pressed on time during my shopping trip. As any parent knows, the baby clock is always in danger of expiring at any moment, ready to fill the store with cries.
I remember feeling excited as I made the trek across the mall parking lot. Shopping— weeeee! My walking pace was a fast stride as I made my way inside and approached the clothing store I had not laid eyes on in so long. As I crossed the threshold into my beloved store, my eyes were all a glow. There were pretty skirts and blouses and pants dressing the ridiculously-sized mannequins. There were cute little dresses and fancy scarves, but my eyes were searching for some of the more "low-key" clothing.
I kept thinking, where are the cute sweat pants? What about some t-shirts that I won't mind getting drool and spit up on? Immediately two things struck me: a) they don't really sell those and b) this store was no longer for me. It was great for the working girl with meetings to attend, but for a mommy? Impractical!
I was conflicted. I was a little sad that I no longer had a real reason to buy any of the pretty things hanging in this store. I got used to prettying up! But then the sadness was quickly replaced with RELIEF that I no longer had a reason to buy any of these clothes. I realized cutting back on my clothes budget was not going to be a problem. I thought it would be difficult to give up, but it wasn't. Talk about going cold turkey!
I can't even remember what I spent the gift certificate on in that store. I think I found the only pair of stretchy pants and t-shirt they sold along with some socks and I was on my way home. I haven't even thought about that store since that last trip (minus one passing during Christmas shopping) and I have no plans on returning any time soon.
I look around at my closet now and see a lot of clothes I don't really need. I also realize I have more than enough to last me for a long time. I certainly flip laundry quick enough now with a baby. Occasionally, I find a reason to wear a nice top and shoes just to feel "special," but otherwise, I'm back to my old college days of being comfortable. I've always been a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl and it's funny how working changed that a bit. I got used to the idea that I need to look nice all the time. Let me re-phrase. It's not that I don't look nice now, but I'm not dressed up for business. You know what I mean! No heels. Hooray! My feet are grateful. Now I dress for baby changing, feeding, play time and errands around town. And that's just fine by me.
Jump to nine months later, I was grateful to be back to my pre-pregnancy weight (sorry for the brag, but I worked hard for that!) and feeling ready to indulge in something pretty to wear. I drove to the mall on a Saturday so my husband could watch our son and I wouldn't be pressed on time during my shopping trip. As any parent knows, the baby clock is always in danger of expiring at any moment, ready to fill the store with cries.
I remember feeling excited as I made the trek across the mall parking lot. Shopping— weeeee! My walking pace was a fast stride as I made my way inside and approached the clothing store I had not laid eyes on in so long. As I crossed the threshold into my beloved store, my eyes were all a glow. There were pretty skirts and blouses and pants dressing the ridiculously-sized mannequins. There were cute little dresses and fancy scarves, but my eyes were searching for some of the more "low-key" clothing.
I kept thinking, where are the cute sweat pants? What about some t-shirts that I won't mind getting drool and spit up on? Immediately two things struck me: a) they don't really sell those and b) this store was no longer for me. It was great for the working girl with meetings to attend, but for a mommy? Impractical!
I was conflicted. I was a little sad that I no longer had a real reason to buy any of the pretty things hanging in this store. I got used to prettying up! But then the sadness was quickly replaced with RELIEF that I no longer had a reason to buy any of these clothes. I realized cutting back on my clothes budget was not going to be a problem. I thought it would be difficult to give up, but it wasn't. Talk about going cold turkey!
I can't even remember what I spent the gift certificate on in that store. I think I found the only pair of stretchy pants and t-shirt they sold along with some socks and I was on my way home. I haven't even thought about that store since that last trip (minus one passing during Christmas shopping) and I have no plans on returning any time soon.
I look around at my closet now and see a lot of clothes I don't really need. I also realize I have more than enough to last me for a long time. I certainly flip laundry quick enough now with a baby. Occasionally, I find a reason to wear a nice top and shoes just to feel "special," but otherwise, I'm back to my old college days of being comfortable. I've always been a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl and it's funny how working changed that a bit. I got used to the idea that I need to look nice all the time. Let me re-phrase. It's not that I don't look nice now, but I'm not dressed up for business. You know what I mean! No heels. Hooray! My feet are grateful. Now I dress for baby changing, feeding, play time and errands around town. And that's just fine by me.