Then my first child arrived, and I was more likely to smell like spit-up than any of the magical potions that decorated my dresser. When I returned to work, I would give myself a little spray before walking out the door, only to have my son sneeze when I bent down to give him a kiss goodbye.
I now find my charming bottles gathering dust, only to be used on the rare date night when I quickly give my wrists a little pump after giving my tots a peck good night and before running out the door. I often stare longingly at the carefully designed bottles filled with mood-changing scents and hope that the future holds a chance for me to start wearing them again. Did you give up perfume once your lil one arrived?