Guess What Day it is Tomorrow....

So excited.
But only because it means I can (temporarily) reclaim my wardrobe from Baby Rae's spit-up target practice.
Daily, whatever I am wearing becomes a makeshift burp rag. I remember the days, with fondness, when I could wear an item of clothing more than once.

Oh well. I'll bask in my post-laundry full closet tomorrow evening at least, feeling like a queen.