Day 13: The Mom Drawer
I keep a bag on the floor of my closet to purge throughout the year. The bag is half full. Yesterday I added two dresses and a top. On the floor of my closet is also three pairs of sweats from last week’s laundry. My sweats drawer was so full and unmanageable that opening it was like popping a snake nut can–minus the part where someone is laughing and having a good time. I had to keep the clean sweats on the floor of the closet until I did something about the drawer.
Sweats and sweatshirts, coiled and ready to spring.
My donation pile grew exponentially, as it should since I rarely wear sweats when I leave the house. Every now and then I will if I’m doing a project and don’t have time to change, but 83% of the time I will make the effort to slip on a pair of nice jeans and shoes that aren’t sneakers. Mark my words: if we ever meet it will be the one time I’m wearing sweats and kicking up dust like Pig Pen.
I avoid sweats when I leave the house for a couple of reasons. One, I try to follow the look good, feel good philosophy. I do not, under any sober circumstances, look good in sweats. My thighs are strong and capable of pulling a covered wagon across a dust bowl; cotton fleece does them no favors. Two, a chubby mom wearing sweats while running errands in a large sport utility vehicle is one venti skinny vanilla latte away from a makeover on the Oprah Winfrey Network. Do women over-schedule their lives in an effort to please everyone and then resort to comfortable clothing to lessen the bone weary ache of exhaustion? I don’t know, do chickens lay eggs?
A woman advised me when I was pregnant with Mikey that motherhood was too consuming, too hard, and too tiring to do anything more than live in sweats and pray for a date night at California Pizza Kitchen once a year. I remember thinking that she may well be right, but I wasn’t going down without a fight. That’s the other reason I don’t wear sweats. (Except when I bump into you.)
That doesn’t explain my overflowing drawer of sweats very well. Someone who claims to never wear sweats shouldn’t have so many pairs she can’t close a drawer. I guess it’s like this: As a woman/mother, I fight a war against myself to maintain a sense of identity and a feeling of confidence. Occasionally I lose a few battles.
And occasionally I kick ass.
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