Mexican Shower

Since giving birth, I have been a tad lax with my cleanliness...or, I should say, lack thereof. If I can't smell myself, I must not be dirty, and if my hair isn't itchy, I really shouldn't take the time to shampoo it. But this past weekend, things got a bit outta hand. Sunday morning at 10am I returned home from the gym sporting a lovely glisten and smelling of dirty socks. And Monday evening at 8pm, 34 hours and 1 night sleep later, I was still wearing my workout clothes (ahem, and same undies). I need an intervention. Ok, I really just need a shower.