I've got two pairs of pre-pregnancy pants that fit. A few weeks ago it bothered me that there were only two. It bothered me that I'm ten pounds heavier than when we started this whole thing. A few weeks ago, I was determined to stay out of the maternity pants that are still hanging in my closet. A few weeks ago I had big plans to get to the gym and not eat a chocolate cake everyday.
Now I don't care that I only have two pairs of non-maternity pants that fit. Why should I care when I gave up wearing pants in place of sweat pants days ago? I got out of the shower this morning and stepped back into the sweat pants I slept in. The top I'm wearing today is covered in milk from the inside and the outside. There's cold wet congeling spit-up on the right arm. Baby snot all over my shoulder. And I just. don't. care. It goes without saying that I didn't bother to put a bra on. Would have eaten leftover pizza for breakfast if we had any. Might consider watching Oprah IF ONLY OUR TELEVISION WORKED.
What's the point of putting in the effort when the farthest you're going to get from your house is 2 doors down with a baby in one hand and your cell phone in the other? Just to give the girl some air while you yap at a friend? And you're wearing slippers. And your front door is wide open.
No point.
*not wearing pants*
