Okay, so, I haven't showered in two days.
Been doing a lot for work, baby's got me on my toes, blah blah blah.
I am only sharing this because it's the only way to explain why I am not wearing pants at 1:27 PM.
See, the beauty of consulting, and working remotely, is that I'm at work the minute I sit down. There's no two hour process of "getting ready." I wave goodbye to the Perfect Husband, feed the baby, and start typing.
Today, I realized that my jeans from yesterday should not be worn again or they will run away on their own. I have a clean pair, but tonight is date night and I will need them. Putting three day butt into clean jeans isn't okay, because if I do that, I can't wear them for more than one day. I need to shower first. I will shower as soon as the baby naps.
Well, okay, when the baby takes his NEXT nap, because I need to finish this spreadsheet for a presentation.
The doorbell just rang. It's my neighbor, the one who always looks so together and charming. She has earrings on at 7:10 AM to take out the trash, for crying out loud. There's only one spot in this room where I can't be seen. I'm sitting in it, frozen, and pantsless.
For this I went to grad school.