Not so nice

Yuck. It is 1:26 pm and I am typing this blog in my pajamas. Did I say yuck already?

And no, this picture is not representative of my night attire. Mine is actually worse.

On rainy days...the idea of staying home all day in your pajamas is so romantic. Let me stress the IDEA.

Come lunch time and you are all gross feeling....it isn't what it is cracked up to be.

I am neurotic about a few things. One of them being getting dressed. Unless I am so ill I can't get out of bed...I get up, shower, put on all my makeup, and may return to my comfy clothing choices...but, I am still "dressed"

My kid looks at me funny. Probably wondering why my hair is still plastered to the side of my head and why my old misshapen clothes hang so unflattering from my unexercised physique.

So, off to the shower I go. Powder, lipstick, shampoo, hair dryer, and my Target tshirt. They are calling my name.

Will feel like a new woman.

Well, kinda.