When did it become a chore to wear an outfit from 7am to 5pm?
I got up, showered and got dressed this morning in a pair of jeans, a tank top and a long sleeve shirt (that's as specific as I am getting). I even put on make-up this morning! I had to bring the girls to school, drive my nephew to school and go to a play at the middle school. I hung out at my mom's with my sister and niece. When I got home I did some computer work. This even included ordering my Christmas cards! (Hey, I had a Groupon that was going to expire!).
Picked up the girls, welcomed K's friend over, went to grocery store, cleaned up the kitchen, made brownies and dinner.
All the while, I am still wearing my jeans, tank top and long sleeve shirt. K's friend did not leave until 5:30. Don't get me wrong, I love having the girls have friends over. I love having my friends over. It's just that this particular friend hadn't been over in years and nicely reminded me that I had served her "hamster poop" one April Fool's day*. I didn't feel it was polite to put my jammies on even though I knew it was the one night I didn't have to drive to swimming. I was in for the night and prisoner in my jeans until she left!
So when did I become this person? How did I become this person? How do people work from 9-5 in skirts and pantyhose? You know what I am going to need to put on my Christmas list, right?
Either I am old or just really comfortable in my own skin. Now that's sexy, don't you think?
*Hamster poop is ground hamburger cooked. Just so you know. No need to call DSS.