Excuses

You know your legs are hairy when you wear pants to bed so your husband of 3 years (who secretly knows about the beasts living on your legs) doesn't think he is snuggling up to the dog.

You know your legs are hairy when you have dreams about people lifting up your pants to reveal your man legs. 

I finally had an extra 10 mins and I shaved them! I told Reese I lost 3 lbs while in the tub. He looked confused, until I lifted up the leg on my pajamas and revealed my new smooth legs, fresh with shimmer lotion! He was stoked, he knew they had gotten bad, and was polite enough to pretend not to notice. Someone give this man a trophy. 

I thought of excuses. Many excuses. 

Like- oh is no shave November over already? 

Or- it keeps me warm! 

Or my razor broke! (True story) 

I wish I still had the I can't reach them

Over my pregant belly excuse. But sadly, that's no longer an viable excuse. 

The truth is.. I'm lazy. The last thing I want to do when I get down time is shave my legs, or organize clothes, or start the taxes, or mop the floor (I hate mopping the floor in the winter!). I just want to flop on my bed after a long Monday and watch gossip girls while snuggling with my best girl. 

But seriously, I need to get my crap under control. My eyebrows have gone all Brooke Sheilds on me and really need to be conquered. 

Ruby's newborn clothes really need to be put into storage. 

Taxes really need to be filed. 

And I have some sewing projects to attend to. 

I did make homemade laundry detergent, there is something I deserve I trophy for. I am excited to use it. 

So here's to promising a productive Tuesday. I will have to tell Serena, Blair and Dan (Gossip Girl reference) I am taking a sabbatical for my mental sanity. Netflix will serious suck the life out of you. So will a baby who suddenly decided she hates sleep. Good thing she's cute.

Xoxo 

Shayna