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    Thursday, January 22, 2009

    Fun Pants

    We did an exercise in a business class I took in college. Yes, an English major in a business class. Hardy har har har. We went around the room and took turns sharing the best part of the job we hoped to get after college. When it was my turn, I said, “Wearing pajamas all day.” Yes, by that time I’d realized that writing was about the only thing I was any good at so I better try for a career in the safety of my own home.

    Fast forward six years.

    You all know how fond I am of pajamas, but I have to admit, wearing them to drop my son off at school has gotten a little . . . embarrassing. Especially since there’s this one mom who, I swear, looks like she rolled out from between the pages of Vogue. There she is, every stinking morning, looking drop dead gorgeous when I haven’t even managed to brush my teeth. I hate her.

    Anyway, I don’t actually wear pajamas. I wear yoga pants (yeah, same difference.) I crawl out of bed, yank on my black sweats, put my hair in a ponytail, and then beg, threaten, and cajole the boys into eating breakfast, wearing clothes, going to the bathroom, getting in the car, etc. There’s no coffee involved, no make-up, and usually no toothpaste, as I mentioned before.

    After I drop Monkey off, I head home for some breakfast and teeth-brushing, and then Bubba and I haul our carcasses to the Y. As you might guess, yoga pants, workout pants, sweat pants, whatever you want to call them—they’re not exactly the highlight of my day. They’re the symbol of my mumsiness, my non-professional wardrobe, my desperately-in-need-of-weight-loss figure.

    But something Chunky said kinda changed my opinion of the blob wear. You see, Chunky has a pair of black sweats with green and gray stripes on the legs. He acquired these drawers when Kory and I were on a weekend getaway and the boys were out on the town with Mom and her assistant. Chunky had an accident of some sort, and they made an emergency run to Old Navy for dry clothes.

    Apparently, for Chunky, the whole experience was rather enjoyable, and so the sweats he got that night were reverently dubbed “fun pants.” He’d wear his fun pants every day if he could. He harasses me to wash them when they’re in the dirty laundry. He pairs them with dress shirts for Sunday. He wants them when he’s sick. He wants them when he’s happy. They’re too short now, but he insists on wearing them still.

    Chunky and I were hanging out on one of my bleary, rushed days when I never managed to change my workout pants into something slightly more presentable. He looked at me and said, “Mommy, you have fun pants on!”

    I don’t know why he never noticed them before, but one thing’s for sure, he was thrilled that Mommy had the opportunity to experience the joy of fun pants. And for a moment, I looked at my slouchy attire with different eyes.

    So I don’t look like that supermodel mom. So I don’t wear cute business clothes. So no one ever asks me what I do for a living because it’s obvious from the mac-n-cheese stain on my t-shirt. I got what I wanted, people. I can wear pajamas, or fun pants, all day if I want to. And according to one very smart four-year-old, that’s all you need for contentment—one comfy pair of fun pants.

    7 comments:

    Jennifer (jkincolorado) said...

    Awww, cute story!! I have a pair of fun pants too, they're blue :)

    Daphne said...

    I think I am going to have to start calling my stack of yoga pants "Fun Pants" now.

    bigguysmama said...

    well, i'm with ya sister! jammies are my best friend on my day off. i keep praying that the Lord won't make my hair turn gray anytime soon, because then i might have to do something proactive about my appearance! i'm a no-make up kind of girl, also. just think of all the wasted time miss vogue mama spends on her get up! me, i get to sleep in just that much longer, or whatever i want to be doing during those minutes/hours slaving over makeup and hair dos! not my thing. i've also instilled this sentiment into my daughters. i like to put a positive twist on it called: natural beauty! see, we can make something positive out of anything! :) enjoy your jammies!! i sure do.

    Blessings,
    Mimi B

    Kimberley Woodhouse said...

    I LOVE yoga pants. In honor of you, they will now be called fun pants. And I think I will make a proclamation that they should be worn at all times in my house!
    LOL
    Love you!
    Kim

    Heather Diane Tipton said...

    I love my fun pants... only problem with my fun pants are they are about six inches too long, so I walk around with them under my bare feet... LOL Granted I don't go out in public in them...

    kidjuggler said...

    Wonderful story! I now feel very good about my "fun pants" and can't wait to share this revelation with my "fun pants" abhorring husband! Can't wait to check out more of your entries!!!
    Alycia
    Coloring Outside The Lines

    Kelley said...

    great post... I am glad I hoped over from UBP.
    Have a great week!

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