photo by stacy77
I used to be a neat freak. Well, mabye not a neat freak, but I did care about how I looked. I couldn't stand the sight of stains on my clothes, wrinkles, mismatched outfits. After I had my baby, it was a whole different ballgame.
Now I wear wrinkled clothes and clothes wet with spit up and speckled with the most recent meal (the baby's, not mine). I'm a fashion disaster.
That's when you know you're a mother, according to lilsugar. But after her son spit up on her, she took the time to change her bra and tank top, and wipe down her dress. I was extremely impressed by that. I never would have bothered—I would have jumped in the car and headed to wherever I was going, since I'd most likely be running late already.
I don't love looking so disheveled all the time, but I've got more important things to worry about. Like what I'm going to feed my baby for lunch. Hmm, maybe blueberries ... those should match the shirt I'm wearing very nicely.
Ever been all dressed and ready for work (or shopping or a night out on the town) when your baby decided to douse you in "eau de bebe"? What did you do?