After living in Westchester for a few years, I can say that every village has its own distinct personality. Just compare Chappaqua to Larchmont and Hastings. Still, even with all of those differences, many of us moms are more alike than you think.
You know you’re a Westchester mom if…
You grocery shop at at least four grocery stores to get all of your shopping done.
You break out in a full sweat and chew off all of your fingernails trying to get your kid in to an Aqua Tots class.
You’ve interviewed a potential babysitter at Starbucks at least once. Maybe more.
You live in your Lululemon yoga pants during the week, regardless of your intentions to go to the gym. You have certain pairs your reserve for non-gym days.
You think the Saw Mill Parkway meets up with the Hutch. (Or, you don’t even get this joke.)
You go to real estate open houses in your neighborhood, even though you already own a home. “Just to see what’s out there.”
You own a minimum of 3 Longchamp totes, or at least know someone who does.
You schedule lunch playdates at sit down restaurants and feel shocked when the waitstaff doesn’t fawn all over your kids.
You worry that your child is playing too much (or not enough) at nursery school.
You think a $500,000 house is “dirt cheap.”
Your idea of a great day is one when you have a tantrum-free trip to The Westchester mall to buy kids shoes at Nordstrom.
You have a soft spot for the bizarre animatronics at Stew Leonards.
As summer draws to a close and there’s a quiet panic that winter is on the way, you reassure yourself by saying to friends: “Don’t you just love fall? I love fall.”
You spend hours researching restaurants close to Grand Central the day of your quarterly dinner with girlfriends/old co-workers, so as to avoid going too far uptown or downtown.