The other night I found myself in a black lingerie top.
How did I find myself in lingerie five weeks post partum? Because there were 17 loads of dirty laundry scattered across the floors of my house and when I went to my dresser to grab a comfy shirt I discovered I had two choices. A black lacey top or my 7th grade gym shirt from East Junior High.
Hmmm, I thought. I don’t want to ruin my trusty old gym t-shirt. (Breast milk stains people.) So . . . there ya have it. Life with two kids means looking hot only when there is no other option.
(And by hot I mean a black lingerie top paired with sweats and wool socks.)