A few weeks ago I wrote about a few of my most desired items from my personal Amazon wish list in a blog post. These are things that I would love to have but, in the past, would probably not actually buy for myself. I put it out there for the world to read that I would definitely take the time to get things for myself, but even after I published it, I felt guilty because it seemed like a lie. As a rule, I don't really buy things for myself. I buy for my family, especially for Natalie.
I started my new job about a month ago so I took to the outlets to find some new pieces for my work wardrobe. I did not make it through that shopping trip without a visit to Carter's and Oshkosh to pick up things for Nat. A couple weekends after that I was returning items to the outlets and took that money and spent it on Natalie to tie up some loose ends of her fall wardrobe. Then, last week, it happened, I stumbled across an article from Scary Mommy that resonated with me so deeply. I reflected on my recent shopping trips and found that on every shopping trip I went on, I ended up getting something for Natalie. If clothes did fit me the right way, I got her things instead because everything fits her and looks great on her.
So now, I am making a mama pact: the "treat yourself kindly, mama" pact. It's time that I start making a conscious effort to do something for myself before I let myself go completely on the personal end of things. I can only play the double life of put-together-working-mama vs slumming-it-on-the-weekends-needs-a-hair-cut-and-her-brows-did mama for so long before the slumming it side takes over and people begin to question my sanity... like they're not already. I am sure Brandon sleeps with one eye open from time to time.
When did taking care of yourself and making yourself happy become selfish?!