Friends, I don’t know what is happening to me but I need help. And I need it fast.
A few weeks ago, I had to run into campus in the afternoon for a meeting with the professor I’m working for. I took the baby with me and she was a champ. She snoozed in the sling the whole time. All was well. Until I got home and while I was nursing, looked down to realize that my shirt was on inside out. Uh huh – inside out. I’m hoping that Eva in the sling was enough of a distraction to draw the attention away from the inside outness of my shirt.
Last week, Eva and I were sitting in our little corner. She was nursing and I was talking and singing to her as I always do. I looked down at my sweet babe and what did I see? A tag. Yes that’s right. A tag. You know why? Because my shirt was on backwards. At least not inside out this time, but backwards (same shirt, for the record).
Yesterday, we took a little impromptu shopping trip to the states where I picked up a new pair of yoga pants from Target. I put them on when we got home last night and just tossed them on the floor when I got my PJs on. Then this morning, since I was planning to do house cleaning, I decided I’d just put them back on and shower later in the day. And as I was vacuuming, I saw a little white thing on the bottom of my leg. It looked like a piece of paper was stuck to my leg. I reached down to pick it up and guess what? Not a piece of paper. A tag. My pants were (um, are) on inside out.
I fear that I can only play the “I’m-a-new-mom-so-I-can’t-manage-to-dress-myself-properly” card so many times. And those times are running out so very quickly.