I should be ashamed to admit this, but, really, I’m not.
I mean, it’s something I sometimes do so people won’t think I didn’t bother to change out of my pajamas, even though I’m playing with my kids in the front yard and it’s nearly dinner time.
But … yeah. Some days I don’t bother changing out of my pajamas.
And some days I don’t even have time to notice that I haven’t changed out of my pajamas.
You can’t really blame me, though, since my PJs mostly consist of Gilligan & O’Malley shorts and pants from Target and either tank tops or well-loved, old t-shirts. So, when I’m running around after two active toddlers, sometimes I’m just too comfortable to interrupt exploring the world with my children to do something useless and troublesome like putting on “presentable” clothes.
So if I bother putting on a bra for you, you’d better feel privileged.
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