Everyone tells you, when you have kids, that you won’t remember the last time you took a shower, or forget about ever shaving your legs again. Now, maybe it’s just me, but I certainly remember the last time I took a shower, and I can.not. go a day without showering. I might not shower and be all primped when I first get up. I might shower right before bed and sport the yoga pants or mom ponytail for the day, but I don’t ever wake up and think, “man, when was the last time I showered?” Because I cannot stand the feeling of grime on my hair and skin.
The Meester has become the “stay at home mom” of the family in regards to showering. He works from home most of the time, and when he first took this job, he would get up every morning and shower and put on clean sweat pants. Now? I have to ask him, “when was the last time you took a shower? You’re looking a little worse for the wear.” And when he sweats, he sweats butter and sausages, which you would think would smell divine, but I have to say, not so much (I should note, that the Meester is SO far from fat, just so I don’t paint that picture. He seems to think he’s this obese man, requiring a forklift to remove him from the house, but that’s not the case). I guess this is one of the caveats of working from home.
I’m sure he changes his underwear on a daily basis, right babe? Just lie to me and tell me that you at least change your underwear.
In his defense, part of this is because our master bathroom shares a wall with LG’s room and she can hear a cricket fart in Wisconsin.