Oh No Cheerio

I just found a Cheerio in my bra.

I've officially crossed the line over into More-Mom-Than-Woman land.

I probably have a rice cake matted in the back of my hair and don't even know it.  With the minivan coming soon, I might as well carry Cheerios in my bra and sippy cups in a secret pocket of my sensible underwear.

I give up, I'm not even going to try to change out of my sweat pants today.  On a brighter note, think of all the money will save on water from my would-be showers.