I have always told myself I would never become one of "those moms". The ones you see on makeover shows who ensure their children look wonderful, but in the process lose all sense of fashion and self-respect, and eventually give up on themselves all-together. As a rule I do not leave the house without at least putting on a little powder, blush and lip gloss. I don't own a pair of jogging pants on purpose - as I know on many cold mornings I would be tempted to actually wear them out of the house.
My big fashion "no-no" over the past year at home has become my babushka. I have always had a babushka. It began as a way to keep my hair off of my face when washing up in the morning or before bed. Later I found it handy during house cleaning sessions to keep my hair out of my eyes as I scoured and scrubbed. I have also convinced myself it looks "cute" with a bikini in the summer. This year it somehow crept into my daily wardrobe. Now when I walk into the house after dropping Julian off at daycare I immediately remove my watch and rings, and I put on my trusty babushka. I own two of them, one orange, one blue, both are very bright and covered with colourful flowers. The first time Nora saw me without my babushka, and with my hair worn down and styled instead of pulled back in it's usual bun, she looked at me like I was a complete stranger. I reached an all-time-low this summer when I actually wore one out to the mall with my family. Even worse, we decided to have our picture taken in a photo booth that day, so the moment is forever captured, and displayed on our fridge.
I will miss my dear babushka when I return to the land of work. I will take comfort in the fact that it will be waiting for me, along with three smiling faces, when I return home every day.