I never knew I wanted to be a mom. I mean, I always pictured myself being one of those women who swished by random stroller-pushing baby-makers in a fast sportscar, scarf swishing in the breeze, sunglasses perched on the end of my nose. Perhaps even a maniacal cackle might have escaped from time to time. "Why do women give up on themselves after they have a kid? I mean, it takes 10 minutes to put some jeans on and slap a bit of makeup on."
Cut to me, sitting in my bathrobe. No shower. No makeup. This is the greatest karmic experience of my life. Suddenly all of those women who used to come into my place of work with 2 kids straggling behind them have become my heroes. How in the hell did they manage to get out of the house with 2 kids by 9:30am?? These women are obviously either cyborgs or have live-in nannies. The yoga pant has now become a symbol of power. The fact that you are out of the house shows that you, my friend are Superwoman.
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