Shlumpadinka – Oprah uses this word to describe a woman who dresses like she has completely given up.
So my neighbor told me the other day that I was a “shlumpadinka”. Initially I had no idea what the word meant and after she told me I thanked her for the compliment and went about my day…not really. It actually bothered me a little until I realized she was sort of right. I certainly have a lot of “shlumpadinka” days. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I have ‘given up’ on how I look but often times I just don’t get time to get cleaned up and when I do, I put on a comfy sweat suit or PJ’s. Of course much of this is due to the fact that I had a baby two months ago and don’t have any clothes I can fit in.
Truthfully though, some days I just don’t care what I look like. It seems pointless to get all pretty and then spend the entire day cleaning the house, doing laundry, changing diapers, and such. On a good day I get showered after Megan gets off to kindergarten (around12:30 pm). Other days I try to exercise and then don’t get showered until after I work out. I try to be presentable by the time Seth gets home from work. Most days I still want him to think I am attractive. π
I could feel bad for being a “shlumpadinka” but I don’t. I feel like I am at a stage in my life that requires some sacrifice and more often than not that sacrifice is me. So all of you out there who watched Oprah rip on those housewives who have neglected themselves, I say “don’t feel bad.” If you want to get dressed up each day then do it because you want to, but if you want to stay in your lounge wear then do it. We deserve that much after all — no need to feel bad for how we look. I love my PJ bottoms and my hooded zipper sweatshirt (Must be the Alaskan girl in me). Is it pretty? Probably not, but it keeps me clothed and doesn’t require much effort.
So if you come by for a visit and you see me in my PJ’s or a sweat suit don’t be surprised. Just know I am a “shlumpadinka” and that I am okay with that. π
A couple days ago, I lost my winter coat at school. When I came home I said to my mom, “Mom at recess I was hot so I took off my coat”. And we’re not supposed to play football on the sidewalk, so we went to the field, and I forgot to get my coat, and after recess I noticed my coat was not there, after that I asked my teacher if I could look in other classrooms.
