My pants stink

It's almost 2pm. My baby is still sleeping which makes me happy since she has needed a good long nap, and I finally changed my pants.

At 10:30am I decided I should get out of bed. I, still in my $2 Old Navy pink Halloween pajamas, took down our Christmas decorations. My house feels a lot less cheerful. I did leave up the snowflakes to dangle from the celling. They make me smile when I walk under them.

I surfed the Internet, fell in love with our family pictures (see one below), and chatted with my aunt, sister, and sisnlaw who is expecting.

That's when I decided I should change. I am going out to grab a .99 sandwich and I should do it in normal clothes... not pink pj's and not ones that have skulls all over them. (there are hearts too). So I pick up my jeans off the closet floor and am ready to go when this scent assails me. What is that?! Hmm... maybe I just need perfume. Hmm... maybe I need to spray the closet. What is that?! Oh yes, I remember, those jeans are really dirty. When is the last time I washed them anyhow. Gross. That was gross. Dirty laundry really stinks.

And now my baby is finally awake and I have on clean clothes and my sweet and thoughtful friend Niki sent me this post. (i think everyone should read it) After reading it I am less grossed out about my dirty jeans and less sad about my not-so-cheerful-house and totally ok with sleeping in until 10:30a. I better go brush my teeth now. It is 2p y'know