Tuesday morning I woke up with work to do. I needed to spend quality computer time and get said work done as soon as possible. It was 7:00 am. It was cold. I grabbed the nearest warm thing: a fluffy pink bathrobe.
It was so warm. So comfortable. So dangerous.
That morning I spent six hours in my bathrobe. The work got done and at about 1:00 pm I hauled my pajama and robe clad self into the bathroom to shower and change into adult clothes. Now, for someone who works primarily form home, this was a dangerous activity. I know a lot of people see the robe and slippers as the sole reason to "work from home." Not me. I tend to want to dress to go out to tell myself to get the work done. Not dress fancy, but dress in a way that if I had to run outside in, for instance, the event of a fire or my landlord knocking on my door, or my neighbor coming to borrow vanilla extract (no shit, that happened just yesterday), then I will not be embarrassed by what I'm wearing.
But now I know how warm that damn robe is. And warm while sitting at a desk in my apartment all winter trumps almost everything. So it's the knowing that's dangerous. The temptation that wasn't present before. Because whatever happens, I DON'T want to spend this winter in my bathrobe, it's just got bad connotations, ya know?
