I was folding laundry the other morning and had a realization. In the course of a month I can typically escape at least once to buy a book or have lunch by myself. Yet, I can never seem to find time or money to buy myself decent underwear. In truth they are just excuses.
The next time I have a child-free hour or two I am going to pick up some new underwear and toss the I-hope-I-don’t -get-in-a-car-accident pairs. It is not being indulgent to have decent underwear. I will hit the library for my reading fix.
I know I’m not the only one. So tell me, in what state are your drawers?