The very first thing I do when I get home — regardless of what I’m wearing or how long I’ve been gone — is to put on sweats.
I did it today after being gone for 4 hours. The urge was so strong that I couldn’t even wait 10 minutes to put The Babe down for her nap before running to my room to grab The Sweats.
And today wasn’t some sort of anomaly.
I could be wearing the most comfortable leggings of all tiiiiiiime, and I’d still walk in the door and change into sweats. Or, I could have been wearing jeans for, like, an hour. And I’d still come home and immediately put on the sweats.
It happened before the invention of yoga pants.
It happened before skinny jeans were a thing.
It happened before I was a Mama or worked from home.
And it happened well before I met The Husband.
Before you go and tell me that I need to get clothing that actually fits me … It’s not like I’m ever truly uncomfortable in my clothing. (Okay, sometimes I am. Stupid skinny jeans.) But there’s something about the switch that signifies, you’re home girl.
WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT ME?!
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