Nine. Nine is the number of clothes that I wore last week during my week of seven. 9 - 7 = 2 (just in case you couldn't do the math, I did it for you). I didn't do it. I couldn't live even one week like a person who solely has 7 articles of clothing. I hate to say that I couldn't, because I could. But the truth is the truth.
Let me feel better by explaining my excuses. One night I had a t-shirt on and I didn't have any more t-shirts planned in my wardrobe for the week. Bronson spit up. On my t-shirt. So the only thing I could do was to get another shirt. It was Bronson's fault. But ... if I truly didn't own anymore shirts I would have had to either wash it or wear spit up (which I have worn plenty of spit up before that I was unaware of).
My second article of clothing that wasn't planned in my week was a pair of dress pants. I had a meeting with one of my brides on a Sunday, which I hardly ever do but she is from out of town and so we have to meet when we can. So I had to look professional. It was my bride's fault. See, the business dress that I laid out for that week was one that I wore the last time I met with this same bride. Do I remember what she was wearing that last time? No. Do I remember what she was wearing yesterday? No. If I truly didn't own an extra pair of dress pants I would have had no other option but to wear my dress.
With working from home and having an eight month old with me during the day I don't get out that much during the week. So 7 articles of clothing seemed like it would be a breeze. It obviously wasn't for me. I'll try again one week in the future and this time I'll plan my outfit a little better and make sure each night that I have tomorrow's outfit planned and washed.