I'm in New York City for the quickest trip ever, to celebrate my parents' birthdays with dinners and painting classes and such, but no matter how short the visit Mom and I always seem to manage to locate time for a little shopping.

This time, I asked if she'd come with me to Zara because I'm officially annoyed with 95% of my closet -most of it I just don't wear, and the stuff I do wear I've worn so often that I can practically hear my closet yawning when I pull it out. It's never a good sign when you put on something - anything - other than a sweatshirt and leggings and your husband looks at you like you've just landed from the planet Vogue.

Most of the time when I decide I want to go on a real shopping trip - meaning one that I approach with the goal of finding things I need and want and then actually buying them - I don't find anything. You know how it works: you get all excited to try on pretty things, and then you lock yourself in the dressing room and discover that your hair looks weird and your skin is a mess and everything you put on your body looks like it was intended for ownership by Gigi Hadid, and all this is totally just because of the mood you're in but still: you leave wardrobe update-less and grumpy about everything. Mostly your hair. And Gigi Hadid.

On the big person: Button-down; Cropped Jeans; Leopard Slides

On the little one: Jumping Beans Skater Dress

Here is a sampling of the things that I do every day between the hours of 7:30 and 8:15AM: Make breakfast make coffee clean the kitchen make the beds make more coffee make lunch for my son make lunch for my husband get everyone dressed pack up various backpacks locate jackets locate sneakers locate strollers locate water bottles make coffee to go. I do these things all at the same time, like an octopus (except I’m much less clean than an octopus, because octopuses spend a substantial amount of time in water, and the last time I showered in the morning was in 2011).

Jacket (similar) | Women's March Tee | Joggers

I've said it over and over, but I love Instagram Stories. I love that I seriously do not care what my bedroom looks like behind me (ok mayyyyyybe I sometimes frame out things like, say, an uncomfortably enormous pile of dirty laundry or a glass of wine left over from the night before so no one thinks I'm drinking wine at 8:30 in the morning while living in a hovel, but still).

I love that I get to post the kinds of outfit shots I used to post way back when I started this whole thing: the ones I took myself in a mirror, because what, like I was going to hire a photographer?! Hahahaha. (Totally hire photographers now.)