It happened. I succumbed. I always wanted to be the ‘trendy’ mum. The mum who didn’t change who she was just because she had kids. The mum who could still rock an expensive, cream, Zara mac. But I really have realised quite how impossible that is.
It was impossible with a baby, where sick and poo are a constant threat. I told myself, as she gets older and stops throwing up all the time, I can wear nice clothes again… It’s just a matter of time.
I was wrong.
Toddlers are worse. Sometimes, I literally don’t even know what it is that is being wiped on me. Food, bodily fluids, random crap off the floor all manages to make its way on to me in a single day.
And so much to my husbands dismay, I am now the proud owner of a khaki parka coat. I love it so much.
The hood is incredible. I mean, why has no one invented a hands free umbrella yet that I can clip to my pushchair? I would call it ‘The Mumbrella’. Not only does the hood light my fire, but oh my gosh. THE POCKETS. I could write an entire blog post about the pockets alone. So many pockets. With a toddler that will scream ‘UP mummy!’ when out and about at regular intervals, I need to be as hands free as possible with everything. I can go out for about an hour using just my coat, NO MUM BAG.
I know I am going to be sad as the weather gets nicer and I can no longer wear it without looking mental. Sigh. But for now, I will love my mum coat like I love coffee.