At about 2am we had the double whammy of one wet bed and one epic blow out so after cleaning up everyone, a pajama change was needed. I literally threw on a pair of pj bottoms and a tank top and then promply crashed. Of course the next morning I didn’t think twice about what I was wearing when I ran a bag of evil (diapers) out to the curb right before the trash came.

Murphy’s law must have an addendum somewhere stating that the one time you are wearing a trashy looking tank top with your bra hanging out (and yet more demure then an American Apparel model)…no less then 2 neighbors will see you and stare as you sheepishly slink back into the front door. Mommy walk of shame.