In a conversation with a girlfriend...
Me: So loving flats these days - I can't remember the last time I wore a pair of heels. And summer used to be the season I looked forward to for the strappy sandals alone!
Her: Do you notice, even in flats, you totally walk differently now though?
Me: Totally. It's the "Mom Trudge".
Her (laughing): The what?
Me: The "Mom Trudge". A few years ago we'd walk around, all carefree and blissful. Strutting our stuff in our heels and popping in and out of cafes, bookstore, other shops. Now when we're out we're bent over pushing a stroller, or a grocery cart, or just trying to get whatever it is we're out doing done. We're on a mission. We're fighting time. Hence we're all bent over and miserable looking. When's the last time you swanned into a shop without worrying about how long you had already been out?
Her: You're right. It's the "Mom Trudge". Oh my god, we must look miserable.
Me: No, we just look old. Don't even get me started on the amount of times I get called "M'am" nowadays...