Wednesday, May 7, 2008
This is a story about me and my pants. That's pants in the singular. That's right, folks, I only wear one pair of pants! For the past 2 1/2 months I've been wearing the same pair of pants, day in and day out, because they're the only ones that fit me. Now don't get too disgusted; I do wash them now and then. But when some baby puke or pee happens to land on them, I've been known to wipe away the evidence with a single wet wipe (usually when no one is looking). Please don't think less of me! I'm in between the maternity/pre-baby size, and there aren't any other options. Buying a new pair of pants that will hopefully be too small for me in a couple of weeks sounds wasteful, and so I am doomed to wear the pants for another month or two.