The past year has been full of changes for our family. Not least of which is the fact that I'm no longer working in an office downtown. This has been a huge adjustment for me and the rest of the family. For Hubs it means he often (not always) has dinner waiting for him when he gets home. For Little Boo it has meant a change in schools and the elimination of daycare and long, daily commutes. For LB and I it has meant a lot more time together (for better or for worse), and a lot less stress.
For me, it's also meant a real risk of laying around in my pyjamas all day and accomplishing exactly nothing. Most mornings see me debating whether I can get away with walking him to school in my jammies. I haven't quite done this. Yet. But I more often than not just haul on a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie & throw my unwashed hair in a pony tail.
On those days, it takes me a long time to feel motivated for anything. I rarely interact with the other parents in the schoolyard. I just feel blah. I come home and stare blankly at the TV while I drink more coffee.
On other days, the rare ones, I force myself to put on actual pants. Even if it's just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, it makes all the difference in the world. I talk to people. I smile. I feel awake. I stand taller. There is something about getting dressed in acceptable outside-the-house clothes that has a huge and positive psychological effect. When I get home I am ready to take on my day, whether it's appointments or writing or cleaning the toilet or whatever.
I finally understand what my work-at-home friends mean when they say they can't sit and work in their pyjamas all day. I've gotta make a point of this getting dressed thing daily.
The clothes really do make the mom.