The morning battle starts around 7:15am. I am fresh out of the shower, bundled in my fluffy bathrobe, staring at the clothes in my closet.
There are a few new sections in my closet:
Never going to fit again (yet good for motivation after Babybabypants comes)
Fit last week but not yesterday
Maternity (97% too big still)
I stand for a few minutes contemplating just how motivated I am to wear something other than sweats (not very) before giving up and heading back to bed. Maybe, just maybe, if I lay down for a few more minutes, someone will invent a size 32F bra that doesn't look grandmother-ish, and perfectly fitting clothes (not sweats) will appear. Or at least Alexa will bring me my socks.
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