It turns out when you set the bar really, really low, you will be amazed at even the minutest accomplishments. I was so impressed with myself for showering and putting on what Lululemon euphemistically calls "Dance Pants", but what are actually sweatpants, rather than pajamas that I felt like maybe I could conquor the world. Sweatpants, or dance pants, are a step up from pajamas, even if they don't feel any different. I combined the sweatpants with fuzzy slippers, a long sleeved thermal t-shirt, and an enormous sweater my mother-in-law knitted for me twelve years ago. What I lacked in style and attractiveness I gained in coziness. Fueled by my immense accomplishment of showering and dressing, I further roused myself to do a load of laundry, and on investigation of the freezer and its lack of frozen meals, I even made my super-simple pasta sauce. I'M KING OF THE WORLD! Then I lay down on the couch to rest, and here's a question: have you ever tried to watch television during the day? It's terrible. I hoped for at least an episode of The Price Is Right, but no such luck. No Plinko for me. Thanks to my husband, who is a sports fan and so Needs Access To Many Different Stations, we have a couple hundred channels, all of which are completely useless to me. I ended up watching an episode of MASH and falling asleep. That BJ Honeycutt sure is dreamy.
Today I feel almost totally normal. I even donned jeans today, albeit my oldest, softest, most broken in pair of boot cuts. A huge step up from "dance pants". On days like today, I kind of wished I had Pajama Jeans, though. Have you seen the advertisements for Pajama Jeans? About a month ago, my husband was out of town and I was on the couch, alone with my wine. I saw this commercial for Pajama Jeans and I became somewhat fascinated with the concept. Jeans...that feel like pajamas! Actually, I think they already have those: they are called maternity jeans. I had a pair of maternity jeans that saw me through massive weight fluctuations, and that I continued to wear for a few months post partum. They were below-the-belly style, with a giant elastic waistband, and I loved them dearly. Here I am wearing them, and let's just keep in mind that this is a full three months before I was actually due with Mark:
Not only did they last me through that pregnancy, but I wore them while pregnant and postpartum with Jake as well:
Those were some amazing jeans. It makes me think that the Pajama Jean concept is just a rip-off of maternity jeans because hoo boy, those babies were comfortable.
Anyway. I'm feeling much better, at this rate maybe I'll even step up to skinny jeans tomorrow. On the bright side, it's not the worst thing in the world to lose a few pounds before Christmas, right? One week to go before I gorge on my mom's chocolate Yule log. Heh. Yule log. That reminds me of Christmas Vacation: "I don't have a log." Which brings me to this brilliant website, featuring MOOSE MUGS:
I would buy an entire set of these for my sister-in-law if they weren't so expensive. $151 for a set of eight, plus shipping? Robbery! The thought is there, though, and that's what counts, right?