Each morning I get up and shower. The hot water feels good and I find it relaxing. Then I remember I'm on bedrest. I don't even look at my closet that I just revamped. I go for comfort and ease. I've found a rhythm; exercise leggings, sports bra, and a long sleeve shirt with a pair of socks. I brush my teeth, wash my face, add some face serum to help with all things the oldest daughter said it would, and pull my hair back to air dry. This morning I found myself looking for my "bedrest uniform" and giggling. It's perfect for lounging, napping, doing small tasks and lounging some more. It feels good to get out of pajamas that are thrown in the laundry each night to get rid of sick germs. I just hope when I get back in action I remember I have other clothes out there to wear.
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