the skirt

It's definitely not the coffee, cause it was bad, I mean really bad. It's certainly not the 'social' aspect, I worked in my own one man (umm, woman) team. There are only a few things I miss about not working 'outside' the house, as in not contained within these four walls with an equal number of children, leaving me outnumbered for nearly 12 hours a day. What I miss the most about working (and I'm going to drop the 'outside the house' part from here on out because you get it, I get it; we Moms are all still working, some just get checks deposited in the bank. Back to what I miss most about working...) is getting 'dressed up'.

I'm not one of those people that must wear makeup before leaving the house or am I one of those that wears velor jogging suits out in public. I'd like to think I'm the middle of the road here; a little bit of fuss and of course, a little bit of muss.

I worked in corporate retail, I got to dress with the best of the best, at least for the Minneapolis area. I literally rode 'their' coattails trying to look a quarter as good as they did. When it's laundry day here, I find myself reminiscing at the closet doors. The green suede skirt is calling me. It's a one-of-a-kind, soft, buttery dark green suede pencil length skirt. It was never put into production and I probably bought it for $10 at a sample sale, but nonetheless, it is one of those things that makes me wish I was still stuck in a cubicle with my plastic plants.

I slip off my stretchy pants and slip into my skirt. It doesn't look horrible with my matching sweatshirt, but I look for a replacement. I top it off with my favorite pair of black heels. Forty minutes later, I've tried on nearly all of my all of my old work clothes, have a pile of things that should be hung back up and the pile of laundry still in the basket is still there. I contemplate actually wearing the skirt, but come to my senses. I have a 15 month old that likes to throw his food in any 4 foot radius. I'm on the floor at least six times a day wiping spilt milk up from under the dining room table. I have to pin the arms down on Wyatt to change his diaper.

What, give up this glamorous job? The skirt will have to wait.