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Pants That Fit

When I buy clothes for my kids, it's all about "grow-room." They're too big to be worn for several months, sometimes years. I purchase these clothes when I find them on sale and cross my fingers that the kids will be the right size during the right season to wear them. Some things, like shoes, I buy big and have Laylee and Magoo start wearing them right away. We wear shoes so infrequently around here that if I bought shoes that actually fit, they'd probably only be worn a handful of times.

pantsMagoo, for one, can only wear Robeez at this point in his life, due to the fact that his feet are as tall as they are long. I think I could make bank if I designed a line of cartoonish baby shoes for the short and fat among us, shoes for small people with feet shaped like a sphere, or at the very least a tallish sort of ham.

For myself, I usually end up buying things with "shrink-room," too small to be worn right away because, although it's never happened in the past, I always intend to weigh less in a few months.

I always feel that if I buy something cute enough and hang it where I can see it, I will develop the willpower to hop down a size or three and squidge into it in time for the High School reunion or the big conference.

This has never worked, not once. In fact, what I usually end up doing is staring at the clothing in rage as I eat ice cream with a you're-not-the-boss-of-me expression on my face. Oh, no. Those Eddie Bauer pants were not the boss of me, which is why I had to return them for the same size I've been wearing since a year into my oh-so-comfortable marriage.

I love Dan, but it's really hard to lose weight when someone is constantly telling you how hot you are. (Note to Dan: This is not an invitation for you to "help" me lose weight. Please continue telling me how attractive I am at any time you feel the need...starting...now.)

With my own clothes, it's pretty clear that I buy the wrong size because I'm not happy with the way I am right now. I want to use them as a tool to force weight loss. It's not even that I see my "potential." It's honestly more of an intense dissatisfaction with no real plan to institute change.

So I started thinking about my pants and my kids and my kids' pants and wondering, what does this all mean? Possibly it means I am a shopping nincompoop. I hope it doesn't mean that I will forever be planning my kids' lives 2 stages ahead of where they are now, pushing them to grow up or change. I hope it doesn't mean I'll never be satisfied with who I am and with who they are at this moment in time.

Why can't I just buy us all pants that fit?

Dan says it probably just means I am aware that children grow and I'm trying to plan for that inevitable occurrence.



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