Yoga Clothes

Since The Roc was born, I've made a conscious effort not to leave the house in sweatpants unless I am actually jogging, which is to say never. That's one mommy cliché I'd like to avoid, along with minivans, Uggs, and jewelry with my child's name, birthdate, and/or picture on it. But I've been sick all week, and today I found myself behind on my laundry and with no food in the house, so I dragged myself out to Trader Joe's wearing what I will euphemistically describe as "yoga clothes." I figured if I embraced the whole look, from headband to running shoes, people might think I was on my way to/from the gym instead of just past caring. People take their toddlers to the gym, right?

I think The Roc was embarrassed by my lack of effort, because as soon as he got his hands on those Trader Joe's stickers, he started to decorate my sad gray hoodie. I was busy paying for groceries at the time, so it was not until several hours later that I realized I had two round floral stickers stuck to my nipples like pasties.