Two Fridays ago I flew out from DFW to St. Louis with Kendall in tow. Man… to say I was stressed about it… understatement of the year. I thought for sure so much would go wrong that I would have tons of material for a hilarious blog post on the trials and tribulations of air travel with a toddler. Fortunately for my sanity, but unfortunately for my muse, the flight was surprisingly pretty smooth. I mean, I *did* have to hog tie him during the descent so he wouldn’t abuse other passengers whilst flailing about and it *was* an incredible workout hauling him in my Ergo and two full diaperbags through the airport, but really, it was all pretty mundane.
Looking back at our trip, searching for something to blog about, the image of another mom flashed through my head, a mom who was in front of us, a mom who was super nice, but who was wearing the most tragic outfit ever. I was reminded that I told myself at the time that I HAD to blog about said outfit.
Okay, so she was wearing pleated khaki shorts, belted, pulled up past her belly button and safely housing her entire belly, of course. Tucked into these shorts was a crisp t-shirt with a picture of cartoon cats wearing headphones on it. I’m thinking there was some sort of “cool cat” caption to go with it.
Listen, I’m not saying I’m a mommy fashionista. at. all. I have committed my fair share of fashion crimes. I just want to know this- At what point in mommyhood does a pair of pants pulled all the way up to your boobs begin to sound appealing? Because, honestly, I think I might be headed down that direction. I put on my low rise jeans yesterday and noticed the muffin top looked a little less extra fluffy if I just pulled them up a tiny bit, but this left me with highwaters and cameltoe, so I opted for an entirely different pair of jeans instead.
And at what milestone in your child’s life do you choose to pair those super comfy shorts with a shirt with cartoon cats on it? Is this inevitable? Does the fact that after my long run this weekend I chose to hang out in a shirt that says “SPIRIT” on it that I won in a Cheerleading contest when I was 14 mean I will suffer the same fate?
I’m thinking/hoping it was the only shirt clean, that maybe she had something a little less… preteen-esque picked out, but had to switch to the cartoon cats when the tube of sunscreen exploded all over her while she was trying to zip the luggage shut, and since all her other non cartoon character shirts were packed she had to reach WAY back in the closet and pull out that beauty, obviously given to her in a white elephant Christmas exchange. Right….right??
Or is this one of those never say never things, and I will one day be sporting an LOL cat shirt in an airport with the entirety of my belly tucked securely away, so as not to leap out of my pants and accost passersby, under a belted pair of khaki shorts just because that’s what happens when you become a mom?
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