I’m feeling like a mom this week.

Yesterday I ate an entire bag of these for lunch because I was starving and couldn’t find anything else suitable to eat that would require absolutely zero effort.

I guess they’re at least semi-healthy?

Then today I shared a bowl of pesto pasta with Clara (will I never learn?) and things got a bit messy. And by ‘a bit’ I mean that I was covered in pesto because Clara really loves shoving both hands into bowls of food and squishing the noodles between her fingers and then giving me the biggest and best hugs ever. And then she tries to feed me by shoving the noodles into my face.

Anyway, it was a beautiful moment that resulted in her needing a bath. While Tim was taking care of bath time, our doorbell rang and (upon seeing it was the FedEx man and hoping it was something for me that I forgot I had ordered – no such luck) I opened the door and chatted with him for a few minutes while signing for the package.

After he had left I walked into the bathroom to see how bath time was progressing and what do I see in the mirror? Myself (obviously) – but a pesto-covered version of myself.

My former childless self would have cleaned off food from my body immediately, but evidently my new mom-self decides it’s no big deal and goes about her day with pesto stuck to her face/neck/chest/back/shoulders/arms/everywhere. And then shows off this new ‘accessory’ to anyone who shows up at the door.

Ooof.

I think my standards of self-care may be slipping.