This is probably the biggest no brainer in the whole world, right?
I wouldn’t wear white if I was going to be home all day with the kids, but I figured what could it hurt to wear my new white shirt to work?
I figured wrong.
By the time I sat down at my desk I noticed an unidentified red something on the bottom of my shirt.
A little later I noticed snot on my shoulder.
And I splashed breast milk on myself after I was done pumping.
All of that before noon.
Miss Aleesia also spit up all over me promptly as I walked in the door.
White shirt fail.
Thankfully I didn’t have a white shirt on the day I spilled an entire travel mug of coffee on myself in the car. On the way to work.
Or the day I shook the bottle of coffee creamer up and didn’t realize the cap wasn’t on all the way.
My life is so glamorous at all times, clearly.