I asked my friend Sarvi Chan to write a guest post for MommyEnnui because, well, she’s just one of my very favorite people. She’s brilliant, talented, funny as hell and a fantastic mom to her similarly brilliant and talented young daughter. I met Sarvi when I lived in Los Angeles, but it’s only since we both procreated and became conflicted stay-at-home moms that we’ve become kindred spirits. Not a week goes by that I don’t wish we lived in the same city again. I think you’ll understand why.
When I was a kid I had lots of ideas about what adult life would be like. I imagined a very specific kind of wardrobe and lifestyle for myself. While the electric blue tube top I thought I’d wear when I was *really old*, like sixteen, never materialized, I did actually manage to make a lot of those early dreams come true. Having a kid wasn’t one of those dreams until I was in my mid-twenties and The Craving came upon me. Ten years later, the stars finally aligned and then it was a mad scramble to try to get sleep, school, and schedules under control. Now that my daughter is five years old, I’m finally catching my breath while trying to find that wardrobe and lifestyle I mislaid somewhere…
What I Feed My Kid:
Pepita-cherry oat cookies
Cold somen noodles with a ginger-sesame sauce
Basmati rice with barberries
Jasmine tea limeade
What I Feed Myself:
Coffee that went cold hours ago, microwaved
The ends and skins of vegetables
Whatever crumbs of pepita and oats fell through the grates of the cookie rack onto the countertop
What My Kid Wears:
Linen, silk, cotton, and wool blouses, coats, dresses, and pinafores that I custom make for her at home
Handmade shoes from Italy and Spain
What I Wear:
T-shirts from Target and Ann Taylor Loft, all of which develop a series of small holes right around the level of my belly button, within three wears
My mother-in-law’s Birkenstocks which were too large for her and which make farting noises with every step I take
Where My Kid Goes:
Where I Go:
The same places…
…as mule for carrying her food, beverages, sunglasses, and any heavy or bulky items without which she refused to leave home, despite my swearing that, this time, I was going to make her carry them herself!
What My Kid Does During the Week:
Goes to school
What I Do During the Week:
Binge-watch Broad City and The Mindy Project, because that’s the sweet, sweet perk of being the grown-up.
Dear Sarvi…Will you please tell me where I can get a pair of those farting Birkenstocks? My farting flip-flops are getting a little ragged. Love, Jackie 🙂
It helps very much if you get somebody else to wear them first, so they conform to somebody else’s foot, giving an ‘armpit effect’. If you buy the style with straps that cross over the big toe, you will also get some free epilady action on that toe — not that you have toe hair, of course.
Thanks for sharing this!
Hi! Can we discuss the hole in the t-shirts by the belly button? Why does this always happen? My theory is the zipper digs through. . Thoughts please!
I’ve heard a few different theories…it’s where your seat belt hits and it’s where the counter is when you’re standing at the sink. I’ve gotten holes in different spots on the fronts and backs of my t-shirts. And, it seems like the more expensive the t-shirt, the more likely it is to get holes. I think it’s because they wash the hell out of the shirts to make the fabric super soft.