My kids are home-schooled 🏚 Facebook is my only friend 🖥 Will this quarantine ever end? 🤷♀️ My face is hairy 🧔 My hair is scary 👩🦱 It's only week 4 😱 How much more? 🤷♀️ My pants don't fit I don't care 🍪 I'm not going anywhere! 🛋 Time for work - let's head upstairs 👩💻 Oh wait - my kids asleep up there! 🛌 Social distancing is lots of fun! 🎉 I just can't wait until it is done 🙌
Okay, so maybe it isn't an actual sisterhood with meetings, wine and cookies - but please tell me I'm not alone in this weird compulsion to hold on to clothes that JUST. DO. NOT. FIT. The infamous Express jeans Why? Why would I keep a pair of jeans that pre-dates my oldest child (who - for the record - is 15!) and I have not worn regularly in at least a decade. If I remember correctly these jeans cost $50 in 2003. I'm pretty sure I've got the best return on my investment possible. Or does it have to do with holding on to a lost part of my life? The identity I had before I became head butt wiper and crisis mitigator. When I was just Kim - this glorious 28 year old with nothing but time, money and my entire 30's still in front of me. 24 year old me & my scruffy hubby I honestly don't know. Maybe it's to prove to someone (ok - myself) that despite being just shy of 45 I've kept it together enough to squeeze my two kiddo body into pa