Do you remember when you had a baby and were in the “what the heck do I wear?!? nothing fits!” stage? Or, are you there right now?
I hate to admit it, but I’m still there and Ellie turns 6 months tomorrow. Sigh.
With the weather being 111 in Arizona, my clothing has become extremely limited, especially for work engagements when a moo moo dress won’t cut it and I have to look professional and polished. Gees, sometimes I really dread these days. Why can’t we meet in PJs with drawstrings?
Every morning while the clock ticks away and I have even less time to get ready because I’m also getting two other human beings ready, I sit in my closet and frantically go through outfit after outfit trying things on, wondering if I squeeze my gut in just so if it still looks as ridiculous as I feel. Yes, it’s a bit degrading.
Today after trying a dress on, taking it off, then putting it back on, I decided this is the only thing that looked somewhat decent so I kept it on and said to heck with it. It looked fine, I had five minutes until I had to leave, and then we were off.
Just as the kiddos and I were ready to head out the door and I leaned over to give Ellie her paci, I heard a “pop!”
Yes, my button had popped off. Not fell off, but popped off like it was trying extremely hard to keep closed and the worse part was, I couldn’t find it! The button was the very last one on the dress and if I had let it go without sewing it back on, which was totally noticeable, who knows what would have happened to the other buttons throughout the day. One can only imagine me running half-naked to my meetings because all of them decided to jump ship…a sure sign the dress didn’t fit quite yet.
I ran upstairs with even less time, locked myself in my closet and screamed as loud as I could once again pushing hangers and clothes every which way trying to find an outfit to wear, while tearing up as I settled on a pair of pants that still didn’t fit right and an over-sized blouse to cover my pants button.
Caleb came upstairs and with his sweet angelic face said, “Are you sad because nothing fits and your belly is fat?”
Yep, straight from my toddler’s mouth. What do you say to that???
When I told my mom this story, she said nonchalantly, “Why don’t you separate the work clothes that fit you with the ones that don’t so you don’t have this problem every morning?”
Easier said than done, Mom. If I did that, I’d have to buy a whole new wardrobe! God love her. She has a solution for everything even if I don’t want to hear it. I’m stubborn like that.
Tonight I found the button. It was hiding underneath the sofa. Darn button.
I know one day I’ll remember this day and laugh about it, but for now, the button reminds me that tomorrow’s another day in which I have yet to find something to wear for a meeting, a Jillian Michaels DVD to get back to, and a button to sew back onto my dress when it fits again.