I often think of the Seinfeld episode where George is wearing sweatpants and Jerry says to him "Have you just given up?" That's me! I can't remember the last time I wore pants that weren't sweats. I have come to a sad, sad point. I thought that when I had a kid I would try harder for his sake, but it's so much easier to just consume yourself with his clothes and his appearance. Since I feel invisible already it hardly seems worth the trouble to gussy up. But we're not talking a two hour hair, nails and make-up routine for godsake. I am even failing at basic clean clothes, brushing my teeth and taking a shower. I am shocked that Josh has not come home yet and informed me that he's upgrading to a better model.Okay, okay. I know that self-flagellation is SO UNATTRACTIVE BUT I HAVE PMS DAMN IT! And to make matters worse my father-in-law is coming to town tonight. I must have a kick me sign on the back of my head. As long as it doesn't get in the way of my eating chocolate and reading in bed, I suppose it will have to stay for awhile.