When I was still adjusting to life with two littles, I asked a trusted friend when I was supposed to shower. She told me that I might need to "lower my standards of hygiene." My standards of hygiene aren't all that high, but I need a shower in the morning. For me, every single bad parenting day can be traced to the decision to skip my shower.
We've been in survival mode around here the past several days with a sick Dada and two sick "big kids." And Sunday I'm pretty sure my standards of hygiene reached an all time low.
What you can't see in this photo: nursing tank (probably unstrapped on at least one side), giant floral pj pants and bare feet. Awesomesauce.