As a basic mom, I spend a lot of my time feeling decidedly not-fancy. In fact, I spend a good deal of time feeling borderline disgusting. There are Friday nights when I realize I haven’t had the opportunity to shower since Tuesday. I regularly wear jeans that I pretend do not have a mixture of kid snot and yogurt caked on them. Too many nights, I find that I've eaten half a bag of Doritos after my kids are in bed because it just feels so darn good to eat without little hands and voices trying to pull me away from my food.