How Times Change

There was a time, not so long ago, that if I had a small spill on my jeans or shirt, say a few drops of coffee for instance, I would change the dirtied article of clothing.  In the interests of time, the environment, laundry detergent usage and my sanity I have had to adjust my definition of the word "clean".  You see, when you have a baby (and a boy one at that) you soon have to accept that your outfit will rarely, if ever, be truly clean once you have come within 5 yards of the child. The worst part of it is that you actually don't care.  The other day was a great example of this new phenomenon:  Mr. Baby and I are on the kitchen floor playing with tupperware and wooden spoons, etc.  Mr. Baby crawls over to me and tries to literally crawl over me, landing with his belly on my folded leg. He promptly pukes on my leg:

In days of old, this may have actually provoked a gag reflex for me.  But no, today's version of me simply gets some paper towel to mop up the floor and wipe off as much puke as possible from my jeans before continuing on about my day!  I even went out in public afterwards!  I have decided that less than 9 square centimeters of puke on clothing does not justify changing an outfit. More than a 3x3 square and you run the risk of smelling a bit so I usually change, but less than that I just deal with.  I don't even care about the slobber any more.

I hope this is not the start of downward spiral.....