Mom Jeans

It should come as no surprize that getting dressed everyday is difficult for the "new mother".  No longer can you play the maternity fashion card, nor can you boast your pre-pregnancy size, so unless you have the money to buy what you hope will be a temporary sized pair of jeans (which I don't), you're back to the early pregancy dressing antics which include using a rubber band to button your jeans. Seen Here.  Regardless, yesterday I was able to slip on and button a pair of my pre-pregnancy jeans.  The result resembled a cupcake flowing over the top of the tin while the batter is still soft and gooey and hasn't yet had a chance to firm up.  If you're not a baker, then let me just say the result was less than flattering.  I pulled the rubberband out of my hair, Bob's your uncle, and away we go to my cousin's College Bound Going Away Party. 

The house is full of "kids".  But it occurs to me, that they are not really kids anymore.  Off to college, Seniors in high school, drivers, boyfriends, girlfriends...my cousins and siblings are growing up.  31 years old seems ancient to this group who is entering the most exiting times of their life.  At what point did I fall into the old person category?  So depressing...but should it really come as a surprize to me as I sit and try not to judge a group of 17 year old girls who's shorts resemble a pair of underwear that I own?  I cuddle my new baby tight...I'm glad i'm not 17 again...right?  I've still got it...right?

My stylish and handsome 17 year old brother strolls over..."Hey Nats, looks like you're wearing Mom Jeans!" Sigh, I guess that answers my question. No matter, by this point it's 8:15pm, my bedtime is coming up quick, time to head home.  I grab a chocolate chunk cookie for the road...i'll start my diet, again, tomorrow.