I’ve used my son’s diaper cream for my own body.
Baby Boy has this great-smelling, creamy petroleum jelly diaper cream that I carry around in my diaper bag/work bag. I’ve used it in a pinch to moisturize my dry legs while at work, as a lip balm for my lips severely dehydrated due to breastfeeding, and as a spot-treatment hand cream. Yes, the same cream I use on my son’s butt has touched my lips—just not at the same time. Don’t judge, this stuff is awesome!
I wear the same two pairs of pants to work pretty much every day.
First of all, I’m still in maternity clothes 90 percent of the time, so it’s slim pickins in my closet trying to get ready every morning. I don’t fit into any of my pre-baby pants yet (and I may never—I fear my hips have been forever widened by my pregnancy), and I’m too cheap to invest in pants that are hopefully an intermediate and temporary size. So, for now, I’m wearing what fits—one pair of black and one pair of grey dress pants. I try to camouflage the pants by varying the shirts I wear and by throwing the occasional dress in there every so often, but I’m sure I don’t have my coworkers fooled. Rest assured though, the pants are laundered often!
I’ve left the house forgetting to brush my hair, shower, brush my teeth, or put on deodorant—although thankfully not all in the same day.
Something tells me I’m not the only one who’s done this. Somehow, I manage to leave the house each morning with a fully packed lunch bag, diaper bag, daycare bag, and pump bag without forgetting a thing, and yet, I forget to do something I’ve done twice a day for 30-plus years like brush my teeth. It’s clear that the focus these days is more on my son than on myself.
I’ve left my nursing bra unhooked during an entire networking event.
Just before the event, I pumped, and was apparently so distracted that I forgot to hook the bra back up. I walked around introducing myself to dozens of people while essentially letting it all hang out. And no, this did not seem to work to my advantage!
I used my son as an excuse to cut out early on a work function.
Gotta run and pick him up at daycare! I wasn’t planning on using this as an excuse that day, but the event was just mildly interesting and I really just wanted to get home—it was after work on a Friday, for Pete’s sake! I’m not proud of it, but I’m sure this won’t be the last time I do it, either.
Someone please chime in and tell me I’m not alone in these!