Life/Self
I Went To England — And The Women There Made Me Envious
Comparisons across the pond…
Once upon a time, I was a single, childless woman who wore high heels and dressy clothes. I had a substantial amount of time in the mornings to do my hair and makeup and would leave the house for work feeling as put together as I could be.
These days, I’m a stay-at-home wife, mom, and stepmom who wears yoga pants and a messy bun most of the time — but not the sexy-looking kind of messy bun.
I recently went on a trip with my family to England. The last time I had been there was when I was 17, with one of my best friends. We had stayed with my aunt in London and adventured alone on the trains and subways. It was an electric time.
Flashforward — I was now decades older, and once again found myself on the trains and subways of England. Only this time, I wasn’t that carefree teenager without any care. I wasn’t wearing cool clothes and running around with a youthful glow.
I was a middle-aged woman nagging at her husband and kids over this, that, or the other.
Sitting on the train one day during our family trip, I realized just how unglamorous I felt. My daughter had been sick the previous night and I had been fussing over her that morning.
