I really appreciate the cuff over mittens on my lululemon Race Your Pace 1/2 Zip top for keeping my fingers warm while I am running as the temperatures begin to dip — that is until I am in need of the bathroom and proceed to go flying through my front door unable to peel the blasted cuff over mittens off of my hands fast enough to pull my pants down to avoid an accident.
And now that I am thinking about wetting my underpants, can we talk about underpants for a minute? I am always so busy telling you that I hate when my jeans or black pants fit differently while lately, I swear it’s my underpants that are fitting me the worst!
They are bunching up, sitting in the wrong place, rolling down, moving around and making me crazy. The only kind I like at the moment are the lululemon Light As Air and I only own two pairs which means it’s time to seek out the sale pairs and stock up.
They are pretty pricey ($18 each) but on sale they are $9 and that’s really nothing when I think about the fact that my sanity has no price tag.
I don’t care how sunshine and unicorns life is, if I am not comfortable in my clothing, the day is just doomed.
I went shopping the other day for tops because I hate every top hanging in my closet < – can anyone else tell that this a PMS week?
Purchasing one out of the six tops is considered a good shopping day these days.
My son doesn’t understand when I tell him to feel bad for his mother because she has nothing to wear and that’s why she is often wearing his sweatshirts.
Go buy some new clothes he hollers at me, as if buying new clothes is simple? Do you see that was a typical male response?
His male-infused response reminds me of a past Thinking Out Loud post when I was dying of menstrual cramps (seriously, I am surprised I lived) when he looked at me and said, “What is YOUR problem?”
Oh it’s so simple for boys to get dressed. Just pick a random pair of Adidas pants, some sort of t-shirt, maybe a sweatshirt or even better, just wear what the woman of the house laid out for you. No big deal.
Yes, I understand that I work from home so I don’t really need to care how I look but suppose I run out to the store and run into the president? Or worse, an ex-boyfriend? It’s happened to me you know, the whole run-in with the ex-boyfriend when you least expect it.
At the grocery store. In front of the cauliflower.
I planned hypothetical run-ins with this particular ex-boyfriend FOR MONTHS…what I would say, how it would go, never imagining that it would happen on a random Friday afternoon at the grocery store in front of the cauliflower where all I could muster up was something about brown spots on the cauliflower and too bad since I would have liked to roast some.
True story people, true story.
And I wish I had a great sequence of late night texts from my son for this week but all I have is evidence that he uses me in place of his own personal To Do list and alarm clock.
Kids today claim to be so tech savvy so I can’t understand why he texts me his lists at ungodly hours (yes, 10:30 is obscene in my mind) instead of making use of his phone alarm clock and google calendar.
He must like when I shout orders at him in the morning. He tells me my voice is the worst thing he has ever heard when I am telling him what to do in the morning but clearly he likes it.PMS Week and I hate everything in my closet #thinkingoutloud #lululemon #motherhood #dating… Click To Tweet
Don’t forget to check out what everyone else is thinking about today 🙂
Have you ever run into an ex-boyfriend when you least expected it? Did you at least like what you were wearing?
Do you use an alarm clock? Is it your phone alarm or regular clock? I have never used an alarm in my life!
PMS week- what do you crave?