A summer comes to an end and I look back over the books that lead me through this hot season, I’m giddy both because I’m reminded of the amazing people I’ve “met” over the past 2 months, but also excited for the upcoming fall, when I can curl up to read with a blanket and a cup of coffee. (Decaf of course, because I usually read at nap time or after bedtime, and mama doesn’t sleep at night if I drink caffeine after lunchtime…insert rolling eyes emoji here.)
Do you know how many articles, memes, gifs, and cartoons there are out there that talk about moms in yoga pants? Moms with messy hair. Moms who haven’t showered in days. Moms who are wearing yesterday’s clothes. (Probably yoga pants.)
Even before I became a mom, I anticipated motherhood to mean not caring as much about what I wore, what I looked like or how long it had been since I showered.