Most days, I’m in workout clothes. Or pajamas.
And I’ll be honest — even the idea of getting dressed sometimes feels exhausting.

Because when you're a stay-at-home mom, the days blur together with cleaning, cooking, playing, wiping counters, wiping noses… and by bedtime, you’ve poured so much of yourself into everyone else, there's nothing left for you.

So no, I don’t “get ready” every day.
In fact, most days I don’t.

But this — this little flat lay moment, this soft outfit laid out beside a quiet cup of tea — it’s not about what I always do.
It’s about what I want to do more of.
And maybe, just maybe… It’s what you want too.

This Is Me, Trying

This post isn’t written from a place of perfection — it’s written from the pile of laundry I just stepped over, with a cup of tea I’ve reheated five times already this morning.

It’s written by someone tired, who usually throws on leggings, who hasn’t worn “real shoes” all week.

But I’m starting to believe that getting dressed — even just once or twice a week — might be one of the kindest things I can do for myself.

Not because I need to be polished.
Not because anyone will see me.
But because when I wear something that feels good on my skin, that flows and breathes and reminds me I’m a woman — not just a mother — I feel a little more like me.

So I’m Starting Small

Once the dishes are done, the food is cooked, the toys are scattered, and the play is winding down...
I’m learning to take a few minutes to pick something soft. Something pretty.
Not to impress.
But to reconnect.

Some days I’ll still stay in pajamas.
Some days it’s all I can manage.
But on the days I can... I want to choose softness, not just function.

A Note for the Moms Who Feel Like They’ve Disappeared

If you're in postpartum.
If you're raising a toddler.
If you're deep in the never-ending rhythm of motherhood…
You’re not alone.

You don’t need to be “put together” to be doing it right.
But you’re allowed to show up for you, in whatever way feels doable.

For me, right now, that looks like:

A soft cardigan that wraps me up
A dress that makes me feel like I could dance through the house
A pair of flats that are easy but intentional
A warm cup of coffee — still mine, even if I’ve turned it into iced coffee

And one outfit a week?
That’s a start.

A Little Reminder to Keep Close

dear mom,
maybe you don’t dress up every day.
maybe you rarely do.
but the beauty isn’t in the frequency —
it’s in the intention.
you are worth showing up for,
even in quiet, gentle ways.
even just once a week.

This post is for the tired mom.
Who loves her family deeply.
Who is doing her best.
And who, even once in a while, wants to feel like herself again.

So if you're in your sweats right now, I see you.
Me too.
But when you're ready — even just for a moment —
let this be your gentle nudge to slip into something soft
and remember the woman underneath it all.

🕊