I am fairly certain I could not be a full-time stay at home mom. Or I should say that I totally could be a stay at home mom, but not for long because my husband might leave because he would tire of me never getting out of pajama pants and t-shirts, my hair stuffed up into a ponytail, no make-up and unplucked eyebrows. Not a pretty picture. The good news is that I do cook more than is typical, but the house doesn't seem any neater, so there's that.
I keep waiting to find my own personal style. To step out in coordinated work-out clothing (that's what other stay-at-home-moms seem to do) or to look like I'm wearing an outfit. Basically, I want to channel the flair of my blogger crush, Brooke. She's fancy. And stylish. And it looks effortless. Maybe someday?