What a day. I have been eagerly looking forward to date night with my husband. In between dinner and a movie I am hoping to sneak in a bit of shopping. (It’s all part of my master plan. If I eat a big meal then I won’t be able to eat any popcorn at the movies. If I eat a big meal, shop a little, walk a little, then I will totally be ready for popcorn… )
Anyway, I finally decided to look up the brand of jeans that I love so much. They were part of the most recent of a batch of hand-me-downs and a brand I had never heard of before (which means next to nothing because I have heard of about 6 brands of jeans in my life, starting with Lee.)
I love these jeans. I feel good in these jeans. They stretch ever so slightly so I don’t get uncomfortable sitting, they hug my next-to-nothing butt, and don’t make my middle feel like I eat chocolate every day (which I most certainly do.)
Imagine my surprise (horror) to find out said jeans are from Sears. I am totally wearing mom jeans. The saddest part is I am going to put Sears on our to-do list to see if I can get another pair.
So for my date tonight, I am wearing mom jeans, a mom sweater, a mom haircut, mom shoes. Even though I won’t have my kids with me, I think everyone will know that I’m a mom. Hopefully I won’t try to cut my husband’s food into little pieces when we are at dinner.