Play Date

Getting ready for a playdate with a new family. Definitely, I’m going to shower. We already straightened and cleaned the kitchen floor as well as apologized in advance for the chaotic home, so that’s covered.

Pretty sure the mouse population is down enough that none will race across the floor.

So what to wear? Not the baggy sweats, Mom and Angela both frown on those. . . . ah- the breast feeding super power shirt- mom loves it from the back, not too baggy, but from the front, what if the family isn’t that crunchy and sees the shirt as a condemnation of their parenting? Can’t have that. . . hemp shirt? Not enough give for discreet nursing of a toddler. . .workout pants? No pockets for stuffing of random things I find on the floor while visiting. . .

Bob Schneider shirt. Yes. Pants with pockets. This outfit says, “I’m hip, I’ve been to a concert in the last 10 years, I’m not swimming in my clothes, but not form fitting either. Room for crap from the floor in the pockets, enough give to nurse without completely flashing everyone and bonus, it’s a conversation starter.

Now to prepare snack.