MOTIVATION TO DITCH YOUR MOM FRUMPINESS

After the birth of my second child I turned into the mother I said I would never be. I’m the frumpy mom you see doing the zombie walk wearing cream cheese smeared yoga pants. I spent most of my days alone with two toddlers. I had no one to impress. Comfort beat out vanity every time.
Living in student housing didn’t help. Amongst harried graduate students and their overworked spouses I blended into the woefully frumpily dressed masses seamlessly. It was great. After spending most of my life concerned with my appearance it was a welcome break. I took my break from business casual seriously. Too seriously.