Today, THIS VERY MORNING, I purchased my first pair of post-baby shorts. Ugh. I have some pairs from the last few years, but not only was I dubious that I could squeeze myself into them without buttons popping off, I was pretty sure the inseam would be way shorter than I am currently comfortable with.

3.5″, your ship has sailed.

So I got bermudas.  They’ve got a nice long inseam that won’t give anyone nightmares.  I know you are all appreciative of this.

I got one pair to start with because I’m not sure how I’m going to like them.  But at least I have something to wear that isn’t a pair of jeans.  I feel much breezier and cooler in them, which is a nice change from the jeans I had been wearing exclusively up until now.

Lest anyone think I am complaining (too much) about my “mom shorts”, I should say that I really don’t mind them.  Yes, I would like to be able to wear my old pairs, but considering how hard we worked to attain the mom status, I’ll totally wear mom shorts any day of the week.  Except in the winter.  Please don’t make me wear shorts in the winter up here.  I’ll freeze and die and then Joey will have to find a new wife who is willing to peel his oranges and hard boiled eggs for him before sending them in his breakfast on Sunday mornings.  OH THE HUMANITY.

Anyway.

Speaking of being a mom, I just glanced back at Analie and she has somehow destroyed her play gym (it’s all wadded up around her??  HOW??) and she’s screeching at her lion toy because it won’t! come! off!

My mom shorts and I should intervene before it gets ugly.