Earlier today, the girls and I headed to the local ALCO store. (A mini version of a WALMART). Outside was a rack of jeans on clearance for $8.50...score! So I'm browsing the sizes and decide to grab the size I have worn the last 10 years (10) until baby #3 and the size I KNOW I am wearing right now (12). It's depressing, but maybe the new size 10 will fit better than my shrunken ones at home....I can dream, right? So we go into the dressing room armed with 2 different styles of a 10 and one 12. I put on the first 10; it is snug, VERY snug actually, but I could still do up the button, so I was sort of proud of myself. Before I could even comment on my appearance in the mirror, Claire says, UNPROMPTED, "Oh Mom, those pants are too little." WHAT!?!?!? Since when could my 3-year old tell that my pants were too tight? It could be the muffin top bulging over the waist, but I'm not going to give her that much credit. I said, "Why do you think they're too little, Claire? Don't you like them?" She replies, "No...try the other ones."
I still can't decide whether to laugh or cry, so I grab the other size 10 and think, "I'll get her. She won't know these are the same size." I put them on. They fit a little better than the first pair, different cut and all. I said, "Claire, what do you think?" She replies without a pause, "Hmmm...I don't know."
Okay, now I'm officially becoming paranoid. So I decide to put on the 12. We all know the feeling when we pull on the pants that are a size larger but you can't deny they fit better and are more comfortable. Before I can even say A WORD, Claire says, "Oh Mom....those are the right ones! Let's get those for you, okay?"
AAUGGHH!! I am completely baffled that this conversation is even taking place. HOW CAN SHE TELL? So you know what I do? I take both pairs of 10, leave the 12 in the depths of the dressing room, and figure this will be the motivation to start the exercise regimen I had already been planning on when I'm done nursing. Guess I'll start next week. And if I never fit into those size 10, well they were only $8 a piece.
8 comments:
Oh Mani-Ani I'm sorry! That really is a funny story though, and I would never ever ever be able to tell that you aren't the same as before, I think you look great!
That is so funny! How did she know?? :) And I so know how you feel - my diet is starting next week...for real. :)
Okay that is something that we can all laugh at because we've all been there in some degree. Hilarious!!!
Yes, unfortunately we've all been there, too! That is too funny. My baby is almost 18 months old, and I'm still working on that last bit. Ugh!
Ah Mani. I'm laughing but in sympathy! My daughter just informed me that my favorite red shirt makes me look like Megan is still in my tummy. Sigh. That shirt is now in the DI pile. :) errrg.
Ha! You are so funny. The things kids do to us! Those size 10 pants will fit before you know it. And just for the record you always look great!
If only I could find jeans for $8. But none-the-less, this was hilarious! Jen told me I had to come and read. I have been out of the blogging world for a few long months and I am trying to come back. I am going to try to update mine today!?! Hopefully!
oh, Claire must be a Vellinga... all that honesty! It reminds me of some nieces and nephews hanging out in my room with me!;-) This is only the beginning. So many observations that we could so do without! I love you and your motivational size 10s!
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