Spit up on your clothes is socially acceptable.

I never used to be late anywhere I went. Before a baby. Yeah, yeah, I’m sure everyone says that but for me it’s true. I used to be like 10 minutes early everywhere I went. Now, I am lucky if I get there on time. Most times I am even a few minutes late. How does this even happen? It’s just one baby. It shouldn’t be that difficult to get out the door right? Wrong. Even when I start the process early, that’s just it, it’s an entire process. Well, for starters, it is a little more difficult for me because I have dogs. I have to let them out before I leave the house. Trooper needs a vibrating collar because he eats Shadow’s poop. Shadow is always looking for bunnies so she is never listening, plus she is a Husky, so there’s that. And then there is Bean. Bean, well you’re just lucky if you can even get her off the deck. Most of the time she just sits there sunbathing with a cocktail in her hand on a breezy Saturday morning. After I have finally wrangled them all back inside I have to get Mason ready. Typically he needs a bottle, diaper change, and an outfit change. Oh, and he is also doing this new thing where he poops right before we walk out the door. After I get him all ready to go then I have to change my clothes because I guess it’s not really socially appropriate to wear your pajamas in public. Which is why I have stopped wearing plaid flannel pajama bottoms or random mismatched tops and bottoms around the house. This is my new trick. If I wear yoga pants with a random shirt then I don’t have to change and I can just be ready to leave. I mean, it’s more of “house clothes” right? So that’s fine. It’s sad to admit, but these “house clothes” actually boost my self confidence. I never used to care if I wore pajamas all day but now, always being at home, I feel a little bit like a grunge. However, if I am wearing yoga pants then I feel like I have gotten myself dressed for the day and I can be a contributing member of society. You’re laughing because you totally get it. But you know one thing I have noticed throughout the last couple years. No one cares. You really think someone cares about what you wear to the grocery store or while running errands? How many times do you look around when you are out and about and analyze everyone’s ensembles? I used to. When I didn’t have anything better to do. Now, I am just focused on making it from here to there without a complete spit up explosion all over my shirt. I consider that a win. I think Covid times did do one good thing for us. It made us not care/judge as much. I feel like before Covid we had to hide our feelings and just act like we had everything put together. But recently, with everyone going through a hard time, there is no hiding it. I have heard several times in conversations where people will say that last year was just a really hard year. You used to never hear that. Typically, if you asked how someone was doing they would usually tell you that it was fine or how great it was. It’s nice to be able to just openly say something is tough. That’s the way it should be. Because gosh dang it, life ain’t easy.

And for now,

Xoxo