About a week ago I discovered that the jeans I was wearing had a HUGE hole in them. How many days had I been inadvertently flashing my inner thigh at the world? Beats me. But apparently the time had come for new jeans, which made me sad because they were my favorite ones. Arming myself with debit card and pacifier, I buckled Amelia into her carseat, prayed she’d fall asleep on the car ride there, and headed over to the nearest Gap. She was quiet and sleepy when I clicked the carseat into the stroller so I figured we’d have an uneventful trip.
Cut to me, crowded into the corner of a tiny dressing room by the enormous stroller, shushing a screaming baby, staring at my pantsless reflection in the full-length mirror and giggling about how ridiculous my life seems to have become.
Amelia eventually fell asleep, and I ended up chickening out on the skinny jeans and just bought my regular straight-leg ones. Maybe next time.
it's just funny you thought your little outing would go well, and she would magically fall asleep for you. they just know to not fall asleep when you need to run errands, baby intuition.
But she always falls asleep in the car! ALWAYS. Except, you know, this one time. Oh well.
I got brave and bought a pair of skinny jeans. They were quite comfy and perfect for "girls camp" in San Diego. But I don't think I would like to see any pictures of myself in said jeans. Not brave enough for that.
Let me know if you want a break to go shopping alone (or whatever) sometime and Amelia, Rigby and I will have a little bonding time.
I will definitely take you up on that. Or maybe we should leave Mila and Rigby with the boys and go shopping together!
Either sounds good to me. It has been too long, friend.