Homeless Chic

Since becoming a Mom, I have perfected a look I call homeless chic. In the winter, the look consists of a pair of sweatpants and one of my husband's old shirts. My hair is usually pulled back and I wear my glasses. I know, it's a good look.

I wasn't always so well-dressed. At one time, I actually looked presentable when going to the mailbox. Then the girls were born. When they were newborns, one of us was up every two hours, 24-hours a day feeding a baby. I slept in my clothes. When the girls started sleeping through the night, I started wearing pajamas to bed, but my day time attire never improved.

First we were teaching the girls to feed themselves. This involved me spending a lot of time cleaning the floor. I destroyed knees in my sweatpants at an amazing rate. Once they learned to feed themselves, I promised myself I would wear real clothes again.

Now they are four-years-old and I'm still a model of homeless chic. My only New Year's resolution this year was to not look homeless every day. It took about a day to break that one.

The problem is the blond twin is a klutz. At least once a day she spills something -- usually her milk or water at snack time. This means every day I am on the floor numerous times wiping up a spill or crumbs or cheese. The list goes on and on.

While I'd like to look less than homeless, it just isn't practical yet. Although, I do dream that one day I'll wear jeans and a sweater like the Moms in the magazine ads. Somehow their kids never spill anything.