Years ago, when Sex & the City was hot (God – doesn’t that seem like ages ago?), I remember hearing or reading an interview with Sarah Jessica Parker about her love for fashion. She said that when she was young and living in NYC she only had enough money for lunch or a Vogue magazine; I guess, when she had to choose, she would always opt for the Vogue magazine. Always. Some blah blah blah about how that filled her soul more than the sandwich would fill her caving belly. I remember scoffing at the time, thinking to myself, there’s nothing I’d want more than lunch. Nothing. Except maybe a glass of wine. I suppose if I had to choose between food and wine, I’d pick wine. Always. But at least wine could be considered nourishment.
Anyways, today, I had a revelation: you know what I wanted more than lunch? A shower. Yep – a good, old-fashioned shower. I wanted to feel clean and alive again, not like the caricature of a new mama I have become: living in yoga clothes and slippers around the clock; tying my hair – what’s left of it – in a messy knot on top of my head and keeping my belongings in my bathrobe pockets instead of a purse. I wanted to grow up a bit and feel like an adult. So today, when Dylan fell asleep in my arms, and I knew my time was limited between shifting him to his cradle and his screaming to be picked back up, I went for it. And let me tell you, it was so worth it.
It’s worth holding Dylan in my Baby K’Tan now, while I struggle to eat a sandwich around his head, even if the poor kid is going to be covered in crumbs and Sun Chips by the time I’m through. And even though I’m back in a (clean) pair of yoga clothes with my (clean) hair tied back, I feel good. I feel like I can tackle the afternoon – even if the afternoon consists of lesson planning for the classes looming just ahead…in the near future when I will not be able to wear stretch pants, nor keep pens in my bathrobe pockets. Guess I could’ve used that Vogue fashion advice after all.