I am wearing my jammie pants.
I kid you not.
Okay, they don’t “look” like jammie pants. They’re drawstring, wide leg sweat pants from Old Navy. But when I go home and get into my jammies, these are the pants I put on.
I woke up a lot last night and completely slept through my bigass bright light and then just had a really hard time waking up and I just couldn’t stand the thought of wearing jeans or slacks and sitting in that chair all day. So I convinced myself that my gray sweat pants, with my bright pink hoodie over a white tank top would just hover above the line of “inappropriate”. I did put on mascara and a necklace, so it all balances, right?
Actually, I’ve seen much more inappropriate in this office. Spandex leggings with a t-shirt? Inappropriate. Dirty sweat pants (complete with elastic around the ankles) and flip flops? Inappropriate. Camisole/tank top thingy? Inappropriate.
Okay, CB was pregnant when she wore that, and it was 90 degrees out, so I guess I can let the tank top slide.
Actually, I think I look like a hip stay at home mom. I’ve always admired those mommies that I see in the grocery store at 9am with their hair done and make up on and fashionable sweat suit. They’re comfy, but they still look good.
I’m comfy today. And I think I look good.
It’s Friday. Who cares?