Here I am looking tired and here is the reason why I’m tired.
If I’m home, I’m in this hoodie and yoga pants. No exceptions. Dark circles, tired skin, bloodshot eyes. I had a baby, guys. And the longest she sleeps is five hours. I’ve not had more than five continuous hours of sleep in five months. So I just want to be ultra comfortable. Not in a oh-let-me-pull-out-this-silk-romper-#sexylaugh way, but in a ALL COTTON EVERYTHING way. This hoodie was a gift from my sister, which she found at Aerie. I’m not exaggerating when I say this is like, the perfect hoodie. Light, super soft, tad loose, warm but not warm. It’s like my little blanket. Oh god, it’s the woman equivalent of a baby blanket.
So I know I haven’t posted and I feel bad. I’m like, must… blog… have… no… energy… zzzzzz. I’m not sure how many people reading this have had or have babies, but I look back on some old posts and just laugh. “Hey guys, you totally need a tutu.” Right now I would trade a dinner party and tutu for pajamas, some sushi, and a long nap. OMG that is terrible, right? Have I lost my fashion identity? Moms, please chime in! Non-moms you have my permission to judge me I guess. Don’t get it twisted; I can still work it out if I have a babysitter, some Visine, and a great dress. But let’s just stay in and snuggle with the baby while watching the Beyonce HBO special for the tenth time? I might regret this post.