Since giving birth to Devin 11 1/2 weeks ago, I have found myself short on clothing. In fact I had to go purchase a pair of pants to wear. So, you do the math, I have one pair of pants that I can squeeze my tooshie into. Yesterday I pulled on my pair of pants and noticed that the waist was a little tighter than normal. So, I swore to begin exercizing and I pushed the thought aside.
This morning I hurried and pulled on my pair of pants so I could get Cameron to the bus stop. Again, I noticed the tightness and again I decided to begin sit ups today! (which I haven't begun yet)
In my attempts to expand on my wardrobe rather than my waistline I am sewing myself a pair of pants. I was trying to decide what size I would need to cut the pattern out of. So, I pulled down my pants to read the label. The first word that caught my eye was Men's! What is that word doing on my pants? Wait a minute. These are LL Bean. My pants aren't LL Bean. Slowly, it's beginning to come clear. NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! In all that I hold dear as a mother and a wanna be sex kitten, this cannot be. I AM WEARING MY HUSBANDS PANTS!!! I'VE BEEN WEARING THEM FOR TWO DAYS!!! AND I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE!!! AND THE WAIST IS TIGHT!!!!
There is a cute scene in one of my favorite movies, While You Were Sleeping, where Lucy says to Jack, "If you fit into my pants I'll kill myself." That's how I feel.
In conclusion, "Real Mom's Wear Their Husband's Pants." Now that's reality.