As all working mothers know, the moment you are all dressed up beautifully and ready to cross the threshold to go to work, the baby will spit up massively on your carefully selected outfit.
My outfit today is a black dress with a subdued flowery pattern and lace, so the spit up I wear on my chest as a medal is very visible.
I knew I was a real mom when I had the interior conversation with myself about whether or not a dime-sized spot of throw up (the real stuff after they start eating solids) was enough vomit on my pants to make me change clothes. I didn’t change.
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I can totally understand! It gets to the point where changing is too much work!
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