I have toothpaste in my hair. I don't know how it got there, but I can only assume it happened during our morning ritual - the battle of teeth brushing.
I have spit up on my shoulder. It mostly hit the couch cushion, so I took the time to turn it around (only to discover that I had done that once before with the same cushion), but it hit my shoulder too. And dribbled down my back. Bjorn thought it was fun to help me wipe it off. In other words - smear it around.
I went to the grocery store like that. Two grocery stores, actually. And the post office. Didn't think twice about it. Until I got home, looked in the mirror and shuddered.
Then I shrugged and thought. 'What's the big deal?! I'm a mom!'