Winter stinks. It sucks royally. It makes me depressed and restless. I have been in a funk for a few weeks now and extended no-school days don't help.
So I get a little bit of the grass is greener syndrome. I see other people and even though I know they have the same hassles I do, I get jealous. I start to wish our family could go out to dinner together without ending up ticked at the end. I want to have the patience the other mothers seem to have. Why can't I cook up a nutritious, delicious meal and get the kids to eat it? When will I be able to eat a balanced meal and lose weight and style my hair and juggle a full social agenda and bond meaningfully with my children and blah, blah, blah, blah freakin' blah. You get the drift. In those moods, nothing I do is good enough, because someone else is doing it WAY better.
So I went to Walmart for fabric and a curtain rod (intending to divert the artic breeze flowing over the back of our couch with aforementioned items and a healthy supply of safety pins). I passed through the plus size section and spotted TALL pants that just might fit. I gave all my stretch jeans to neighbor Jenny when it became OH SO CLEAR that even with a shoehorn and an industrial size vat o' Vaseline, it was never gonna happen. The pants fit. They have a W beside the number ( I have been informed this is for Women's , not WIDE like I was originally assuming). I cried in the dressing room. Why? Dunno. I don't care that I don't wear a size double zero. I never plan to wear a bikini again, EVER. So even though I have the winter blahs, a big ol cause of the grass is greener syndrome, and zero nutritional value in my meals---- I DO have four new pairs of pants that fit my W butt! :0)
6 years ago
