This week I had the opportunity to attend a dinner in NY during fashion week. When my husband came home and presented the idea to me, I already had my hair and outfit put together in my head. NYFW, I’ve never been, I was extremely excited. I decided that I would run to Sephora during my lunch break to pick up some Fenty Beauty products (perfect excuse to re-up) and make sure baes camera was fully charged for all the pics I’d imagined in my head. After all the scenarios played out, I needed to find out the details. Details are very important when you have a toddler.

So the dinner was this past Wednesday @ 7 pm. I always pray and hope that people only invite me to events on the weekend. The reality is I have a toddler who isn’t old enough to watch himself yet so a babysitter is always required. Here is why, we live in New Jersey, almost two hours away from all of our family and friends and our one potential sitter is vacationing in Thailand. The excitement of this dinner is slowly going in one ear and out of the other.

The dinner was days away when my husband and I decided that he would go and I would stay home with the kid. I mean it was through his network we were invited in the first place. My first opportunity of anything close to NYFW was a wrap. Now don’t feel bad for me, this is just a dramatic way of me expressing myself. I am a mom, I’ve accepted the fact I would have to decline events. Not going to lie, sometimes, having to decline works out in my favor, sometimes my mental state isn’t in that mood to attend shit. Of course this time, my mental was really freakin hyped.

As much as I wanted to wear this outfit I’ve never worn before that’s been sitting in my closet for months, take cool NYFW pics, drink endless amounts of Rose’ and unwind with my hubby, I couldn’t and I wasn’t going to let it make me bitter. My husband didn’t make it easy though, coming in asking me to help pick out his outfit for the evening when he knew it’d be cuddled up sharing all of my snacks with a kid who insists on watching “Cloudy with a chance of meatballs” over and over. In my finest silk PJS of course. In my head, I still had to be fancy.

The moral of the story is, I accept and appreciate the things you've prayed for. In some instances, it’s a job, a relationship, a car, etc. In my case, my son. I prayed for his existence. There will be weddings, birthday parties, fashion shows, shit even sometimes work that I cannot attend because I am solely responsible for his life and that’s okay. It will always be okay. Dear NYFW, I will see you next year!

Signed, sealed and delivered from a mom who had a NYFW dinner at home eating leftovers with her two year old in fancy pajamas

Hi NYFW, Bye NYFW