I was going to share two stories about today, but figured that might send you over the edge, so I'm going to tell you the one and if nothing else interesting comes up for tomorrow I'll share the other. Also gives you something to look forward to tomorrow.
So, Eldest has surpassed me in height. It actually happened a while ago, but I didn't want to admit it - even when he was standing right next to me. One bonus I found when his feet grew bigger than mine (and I'll admit to that without hesitation) was that I could wear his old outgrown shoes and not care if I got barn muck on them because I had laid claim to them. Over the winter a hoodie sweatshirt of his became mine because it didn't fit him any more, I was cold, and figured although I could send it on down to the Kid when he got bigger, I sort of liked it. I've even thrown on a t-shirt of his in a pinch when I needed one and the laundry was near...clean laundry, that is.
Anway, last night I was tired and stumbled with eyes half-shut up the stairs in search of something that would work as pajamas. Some nights I'm not fussy. I found a pair of black knit-type pants with white stripes going down the sides. I had thought I put those away for the winter, but then figured I must not have, and put them on. They were a bit of a disappointment. Definitely snug in the waste and hind end area. I was thinking to myself, "Sharon, you really need to have a round or ten with that Jillian Michaels exercise video again."
This morning Hon helped me move the sheep and horses over to the front pasture from the pond pasture. We wanted them to bypass the back pasture, although they have to walk through it to get to the front. Not an easy feat with the grass growing in there, too. Now I have a habit of going out to do chores in whatever I have on from the night before and since I don't have to worry about locking myself out in my pajamas again (trust me, that's a story for another day), I thought nothing of going out in those pants even though they were still, how should I put it...uncomfortable. I was thinking to myself, "Hmmmm, wonder if it was the potato chips."
After we lived through the moving pastures fiasco I got myself ready for the day, still thinking those pants were not fitting very well at all. I was thinking maybe I had better put them in the donation pile. After I got dressed I looked at the size of them because I knew they fit last I wore them, but maybe since then they went down a size or two. Well, that explained it! They said "Joe Boxer" inside and were Eldest's pajama bottoms that happen to look just like those black knit-type pants with the white stripes going down the sides...except these have a button in the front that my pants don't have. Now I know how to distinguish between the two, other than putting them on and feeling like something isn't quite right. Look for the button. The sizing issue must not go entirely both ways right now with pants, though. His size must be slimmer in the waist and behind area than woman's size (no, not going to go there). I bought two pairs of Gap jeans - one with a flair bottom and one with a boot cut bottom - not long ago. Both the same size. Tried on one, liked the other too and just snagged the same size instead of doing another try-on. The boot cut didn't fit. Too short - way too short - for me because I want my boot jeans to touch the ground if at all possible. I'm not tall anyway, so that's no hardship. I put those jeans in Eldest's drawer and I've seen him wear them with a belt. I'm sure he hasn't looked at the tag to see that they're not his ( because they say they're a womans size (no, I'm still not going to say). If he did, he'd refuse to wear them. Shhhhh, you are to keep that secret to yourself until he is 52.
So there you have it. After breathing a sigh of relief that those pants aren't actually mine, I still am considering going a round or twenty with that Jillian Michael's video. Maybe it's because of those potato chips...or the chocolate...could be the Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.