This afternoon the doorbell rang, so I put down the baby I was holding and headed down to get it. I was halfway down the stairs before I looked down at my shirt. On one shoulder was a big wet patch from one baby sucking it, the other shoulder had spit up, and what must have been baby drool had left an oblong splotch all the way down my left breast. I really need to get serious about using burp cloths. Not that that completely solves the problem. Last month I definitely made it out to the mailbox before realizing my shirt was unbuttoned. That has happened more than once.
Here is what sounds amazing right now: Going on a nice long run, then taking a leisurely shower, putting on a smart outfit, earrings, and going out to dinner.