I just got my first pair of Lululemon tights and I feel… so deliciously decedent. They tuck and trim without surgery. So I leave the house with the tights on, paired with a long sweater that covers my behind.
It’s my day off so I’m doing the suburban mom thing… wear my Lulus… go to Barre class… sip Starbucks.... pick up the kids after school. This is the conversation that transpired when we got home:
My daughter (MD): Mom, you cannot leave the house dressed like that.
Dr. Mom (Dr. M): What? This?
MD: How would you like it if I left the house in that?
Dr. M: Well, can I wear a long shirt…like this?
Dr. M: But why?
MD: Well, let’s put it this way, it would be disrespectful to me if you went out there with me, dressed like that. Just like it would be disrespectful for me to wear that and go out with you.
Dr. M: [baffled… mouth open]. Wait, who’s the mom around here?
I seriously cannot believe that the conversation just happened. Maybe, just maybe, I can sneak them out of the house and change when I get to…[mental head slap]…have to remind myself that I am not 13 anymore, I don’t have to sneak anything. Either I have raised a very respectable teenager or have hereby lost any semblance of control. The big question is, “What now do I do with the $100 Lulus? Anybody want to buy a pair of tights?”
The real deal about what it’s like to be a working mom. I often hear the following phrase, “I don’t know how you manage it all.“ The reality is, I don’t even know. Deep down inside, I’m wondering the same thing about them. I have two kids, a wonderful husband, a normal suburban life. I’ve always been achievement oriented and simply love to tackle things that sometimes make other peoples eyes glaze over… in boredom. I’m a researcher and my view on the technical stuff is that nothing is difficult, merely complex.
Flat Stanley at the Changing of the Guards.