I have been a mom now for almost 20 months, and I have to admit, it's happened:
I love gigantic handbags.
Five days a week, I'm at work all day. I don't need to lug around my diaper back, packed as if I'm going on safari. I could carry around a bag big enough for my keys, wallet, and lipstick. But I've discovered that I really like a gigantic tote bag that carries that, plus a bottle of water, my calendar, and anything else I might possibly need. That's without even getting into carrying stuff for the boys -- a snack, binkies, and toy for Jack, Steve's hat, the camera, and so on. I feel comfortable and put together carrying my big blue bag. I am coveting more and more simple -- and big -- tote bags.
I am carrying a Mom bag, and I am not ashamed!
But the second I start talking about cutting off all of my hair because "it's just easier," somebody stop me, okay?
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The haircut is coming. I think I already have "Mom" jeans. It's horrific.
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