My Apologizes

I would like to take a few minutes to apologize.  I would like to apologize for anyone who sees me in public.  I swore this is something I would never give into, but it seems to me I am weaker than I thought.  I thought I would win the battle, but I fear the battle has just begun…

I swore I would never be one of those moms, you know who I’m talking about: the kind of mom who wears yoga pants to places other than the gym.  Before I was a mom, when I would see these women in public I would snicker to myself, thinking about how they have given up.

But now I think: Snicker, who has a Snickers… yum!

Since becoming a mother, I have fallen into a groove- well actually, my butt has fallen into a groove, right into the middle (and sides) of my yoga pants.  I am semi-embarrassed to say that I wear yoga pants so much that I had to buy 2 pairs.  And not only that, my yoga pants are both designated to be worn to different events (I say the word “events” loosely because I don’t have many events to attend-I have an 9 pm bedtime ya’ know). 

My first pair of yoga pants have been named my “play” yoga pants. This pair is for trips to the grocery store and the park.  It is acceptable for Chase to wipe his dirty little fingers on these pants, and I can allow myself to sit on a bird-poop infested park bench in these pants… but I would never dare do that in my other yoga pants.  

My second pair of yoga pants is dubbed my “dressy” yoga pants.  I may even straighten my hair and put on a cute pair of sandals to celebrate when I get to wear my dressy yoga pants.  These pants are worn to places like doctor’s appointments and Walmart. When I see Chase coming in my direction straight from the sandbox, I dodge out of his way to save the dignity of these pants.   These pants are too fancy to get dirty (Mothers- don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about).

I swore I would never surrender to yoga pants, but when I wear them they feel like they are giving me a great big hug- and who am I to turn down a hug…   

I am waiving my white flag in the air on this one.  (One of these days, I should actually take up yoga, but then again, that might require me to buy a new pair of pants.)