Originally posted Feb 2011
Plush & Craggy
I feel craggy much of the time.
So-- I own one pair of jeans that fit my second-time-around-post-pregnancy body. One pair of workout pants. Exactly one "nice" top... and then a mountain of sweats-like things. What is this existence? Who am I, even?
I am a sponge. I am available to absorb the snot, juice, and tears of my offpsring. So, I guess the more plush I am, the better.
One day I will wear an actual outfit again and it won't be an occasion. I sense it in my distant future. Until then, I will luxuriate in my spit-up stained--but cozy-- wardrobe.
So-- I own one pair of jeans that fit my second-time-around-post-pregnancy body. One pair of workout pants. Exactly one "nice" top... and then a mountain of sweats-like things. What is this existence? Who am I, even?
I am a sponge. I am available to absorb the snot, juice, and tears of my offpsring. So, I guess the more plush I am, the better.
One day I will wear an actual outfit again and it won't be an occasion. I sense it in my distant future. Until then, I will luxuriate in my spit-up stained--but cozy-- wardrobe.
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