Being a stay-at-home-Mom. It affords me certain flexibilities. Like this morning- I needed to head to Sam's (out of baby wipes? Never a welcome discovery) and Target. I decided to do neither of these and stay home. Which ended up being a good thing, as Little Man ended up projectile vomiting by the end of the night. Truth be told, I never changed out of my pajamas today. Nor put on a bra. I took my trashcans to the curb in my slouchy pj's, boobs a-swingin'.
It was later in the night that I ran into a quandary with my lazisfare attitude... some of The Husband's friends showed up unexpectedly before he got home from work. And I got to answer the door... with my boobs a-swingin'. Humiliating. So much so, I broke into the emergency stash of Rolos.