So Fresh and So Clean

One of my favorite feelings is clean - hair, sheets, pajamas, and bonnet.

It is absolutely one of my most straightforward, most fulfilling pleasures. I can almost hear "So Fresh and So Clean" by Outkast playing as I saunter into my boudoir and nestle into what I can only imagine being nuzzled into God's girthy bosoms and rocked to sleep would feel like.

So, why do I dread it so much if that's true? I don't dread the product, but the act of getting there. Yes, it takes some effort, but knowing how it makes me feel, why don't I look forward to it?

Am I lazy? Well, that is 100% plausible!

However, doing for and delighting others doesn't feel cumbersome.

So why does giving myself some self-care and attention feel like such a chore?

I want to love myself effortlessly because who will if I don't? Because I deserve it. Because I can't pour from an empty cup or, in this case, a dirty one!

Goodies

Pregnant Pause: Granny Said Don't Worry, Girl. 

Craving: Homemade Poptarts??

Body+: Help With Being Regular? 

Flo(w): 90s Trivia, Yes Please!