(My WAHM uniform - That's a whole lotta southwest going on, but when I throw on a coat, the collar actually looks cute peaking out. Then I swipe on some sheer lipstick and change into my "cool" clogs, and no one is the wiser that I'm a frumpy loser for most of my existence.)
I love this article, written by the wife of an old college friend, about being a WAHM (Work-at-Home Mom). Here's an excerpt, but the whole article is fantastic so check it.
In these wars, the WAHM is like Switzerland. We get all the oft-touted benefits of keeping our minds sharp and our self-esteem boosted (you know, by having conference calls and making PowerPoints) by having a “career”, while also getting to do the laundry in the middle of the day. While we don’t get to mix with actual other grown-ups, we do have “conversations” with our “colleagues.” On the internet. Instead of having watercooler discussions at break time, we eat Ben & Jerry’s over the sink at ten in the morning.
Like the stay-at-home mom, we are considered “flexible” and thus get to run children to the dentist when their teeth are knocked out in gym, sign for packages for the entire neighborhood, and wait for the dude from Verizon. The WAHM has the best of both worlds.
Unlike the SAHM or the “working mom”, however, the WAHM rarely has to arrange mid-day activities or play-dates or leave the house or, you know, see people, and thus has no real reason to get dressed. Ever. Nevertheless, when you look your best you feel your best, and lots of articles suggest that just because you are working from home, you shouldn’t let yourself slide. You’ll be more productive, random article-writers say, if you get dressed like you are going to work.
Fuck you, various article-writers. Maybe you work better when you are wearing actual pants, but all I can think of is “how soon can I remove these actual pants because they are cutting off my circulation and I am so uncomfortable I am going to die.” And that, article-writers, is NOT conducive to work."