a new twist on basic black

Yesterday I threw on a black t-shirt -- classic, comfy, and one of the very few pieces in my wardrobe that actually fits these days. Within an hour or two of putting it on, I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was horrified at what I saw: big wet spots on both shoulders from drool and droplets of milk in a splatter pattern down my front, all complimented by a smattering of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese stains (the result of trying to eat left-handed while holding a sleeping baby). I remember the days when I could dash out of the house without having to thoroughly inspect myself in the mirror. I never did that, of course, as I've never been one to go out in public in sweatpants or without at least a hint of makeup.

Pre-Olivia, I used to laugh at the Suave "Motherhood" commercial (go to http://www.suave.com/, click Our Story, then Advertising, and watch "Anthem") and think that could never be me. Oh, but it can. And it is. Minus the dog and multiple kids, of course.