Man, I have grown into such a slob since the baby was born. I realized this when I sat down to dinner with some chorus mates the other night, and one of them said something along the lines of, "we'll contribute towards heat for your iron, if you'd like." Granted, I was in cords, a beat-up pair of sneakers and a collared shirt, untucked, so I deserved it. But, corderoy pants don't iron under the best of circumstances, and the sort of work I'm doing does not require pressed, creased shirts.
This is actually a huge departure for me. Nobody can say that I'm not a snappy dresser under normal circumstances. My shirts and pants are creased correctly and hung appropriately, and my ironing has become the stuff of legends - when I iron during a game played by one of my teams, they have a winning percentage of close to .900. (Because, of course, my ironing board has mystical powers... or I just pick and choose my ironing times based on pitching matchups.)
Normally, I'm not an every-day shaver, but I've let things go to once or twice a week since The Boy was born. Between that and wearing t-shirts / polos that don't required ironing (but probably should be), my fashion sense has downgraded by an order of magnitude. I don't wear khakis on a regular basis, and when I do, I tend to favor the wrinkled-up pair of cargo pants that fit comfortably.
(It doesn't help that I'm about fifteen pounds heavier since the start of the 2006-2007 school year. Most of it is intentional weight - probably about ten of the pounds - gained since I ramped up the intensity of my weight-lifting. Some isn't, and is just a result of careless diet. So, I need to transition back to my older pants instead of the newer, slimmer pants.)
I tend to be forced out of my pajamas at the first spit-up or spraying of the day, but I transition into work-out clothes (where I don't care if I get spit on or peed on). My "work" clothes for my nighttime music lessons tend to be polo shirts and jeans, or untucked button-downs and jeans.
I guess that will change when I start working again next school year (or so). I'm not particularly missing the OCD of dressing professionally. Although, there is a backlog of The Wife's and my father's shirts to iron.