Woe Is Me....

A peek into the pathetic life of Nikki getting ready for work in the morning:

So I wake up and take a quick shower. (if I wake up on time.... about 50% of the time... otherwise my fellow employees get to smell my stench all day long... haha!) I throw my hair up, brush my teeth and put deotorant on (if I remember...) and then it's time to hunt for clothes. "Aw crap!" is usually my first thought, as I notice that my khaki pants are in a scrunched up pile on the floor, even though I have only worn them once. Well, no time to throw them in the dryer to de-wrinkle... maybe I will just blame the wrinkle from sitting down in the car for a half hour on the way to work.... haha. That'll have to do. Thinking: 'A shirt, a shirt, a shirt..... where oh where is a shirt....' "Ah, crap! All 5 (yes, only 5... that fit and are not maternity!) of my shirts are dirty! I gather the five up, hold them up to the light and take inventory of which one has the least amount of slobber, puke and snot stains on it, give the good ole smell test, shrug and throw it on, on top of my 2 sizes too small nursing bra. Yes, nursing bra. Though I have been done nursing for 2 months, I have yet to go get a new bra. Too much information perhaps? Sorry bout that. I am already compiling a story in my head that I will casually bring up to my fellow worker that morning about how "oh my goodness! This morning was crazy! Look at how many times Hannah threw up on me already this morning! And KaeLee decided to rub her nose all over me as I was dropping her off at daycare (casually pointing out the numerous stains and bloches on my shoulders...)" haha. Surely they will fall for that! I swear laundry will get done tonight so I don't have to deal with this again tomorrow....! On the way to work, I pray that the "almost-full-blown-holes in my only pair of khaki's won't decide to burst today. haha.

No, we are really not that poor. I am just really that cheap. I hate to go buy new clothes because I feel like it's just a waste of money on myself. Now, if it was the girls that needed new clothes, I'd be there in a heartbeat. I guess it's also the depressing factor of having to try the clothes on and find out that, nope, I am still huge and God didn't magically make me lose this baby weight that I have been praying for. Yup praying for. That's about all I've been doing about these rolls, extra flaps of skins and blahness of my mid section and thighs! Who wants to workout? I'd love to be in shape actually, and run marathons and what not, but getting in shape is the problem. The pain of getting there is not something I wake up and get excited about....

For now, I will wait for my Kymaro body shaper (an As Seen On TV special...) to get here in the mail.... hmmm.... should be any day now. They say it makes you lose inches in your waist. Maybe then I can have a broader selction in the mornings and some of my older clothes will fit. Until then... sorry co-workers, you will just have to deal with my ragged ole shirts and khaki's and continue to smell me. :) Maybe if someone will just add a couple hours to each day and a nanny to watch my kids, I can actually work out. hmmm.... or perhaps I'd just find something else that needs to be done! haha