I bought these ridiculous jeans while I was pregnant last summer. I liked the look of them. They were my non-pregnancy size. They were on clearance. Three good reasons to buy them. I just recently found them tucked away with last year's summer clothes. I was so excited to have a brand new pair of jeans! It's like finding a twenty dollar bill from last year in your winter coat.
I hung them in my closet, waiting for the perfect time to wear them. Today was the day. We had a doctor's appointment, and quite a few errands to run. I put the jeans on only to realize that they were low-rise, hip huggers! YUCK!! Those are fine for some women, but not me! I like to feel like my pants are pulled up, not falling down like I'm in a street gang!
I didn't have time to change. All day I tried to inconspicuously tug them up. I just couldn't get used to the feeling of having them around my hips. I was constantly yanking on my shirt to make sure it covered the area where my pants should have been, and where they really were.
I was so glad to be home. I was still uncomfortable, but didn't feel the need to be as modest around the little ones as I felt with strangers. The kids were playing, and I took baby boy upstairs to change his diaper. A few minutes later I heard DS2 come upstairs. I stood by baby boy's crib. I had him sitting in it while I was playing with him so he could see himself in his little mirror. I was leaned over a bit, so some skin was showing. Then I felt it. DS2 put his hands on the back of my waistband and gave them a firm jerk upwards. "Here we go, Mommy!" He was pulling my pants up for me! |
