Mom Jeans

So my sister and I sometimes joke about how we'll need to start wearing "mom jeans" since we had kids. There is that pooch that just wasn't really there before and does noe seem to be going anywhere very fast - you know that deflated balloon pooch. Well, the other day it all became painfully obvious how this isn't really a joke - I really am in need of some "mom jeans". 

The story all starts with my most favorite jeans in the picture below:

I have finally come to the point where I need to retire  these - my most favorite jeans. They have holes in both legs and on the back and the pockets. I have worn them for the last four years and lOVED them. They are so soft from all the wear..and they fit just right. So, I decided to just go back to the same store and get the same jeans again. SO I am in this store dressing room looking in the mirror at the jeans that I tried on and decide that they'll do - until the sales clerk asks, "So how do you like them?". I reply that they are fine and ask her what she thinks. She says, "I think they look good. Have you tried the 'boyfriend's favorite' style?" 

-"No, what is the difference between those and these type of jeans?" I ask

-"Oh, you know, they are mostly the same, they just don't flare as much on the legs and come up a little higher on the waist...you know, just a little more mom jeansish" said the clerk.

Now, let me add the detail that I happened to be wearing NO wedding ring and did not have a trace of Jonas with me! It makes her reply even more painfully honest!

IT IS OFFICIAL - I have entered the phase of life where I have to wear MOM JEANS...because I am "not just a woman -  I'm a Mom"!!

I will post a picture of my old jean - how I miss them.... 

Changes with 2009

So I think 2009 will be the year of changes. To welcome in the change...I got a haircut. To be honest, it's way shorter than I expected. I was shocked - at first. You know the initial shock at the salon when the hairstylist asks you if you like it and you hurry out a "Yea it's great!" and inside think (just get out of here before I start crying)! I rush out to my car and and can't hold back the laughs! I laugh because I can't cry. This is so funny to me! Why? I think I laugh, honestly because I can't wait to see my husband's reaction. He would love for me to return from the salon with with thick, long, shiny, dark brown hair - a miracle that won't ever happen until the next life. So, I hurry home rush in the house and say with a wry smile, "Do you like it?" 

...the look of shock on his face was priceless. My response....more laughing. His response, "You're gonna get your money back right? You didn't actually pay for that?"

my response...more laughing. I laughed and laughed.  

If I get this much satisfaction from horrifying my hubby - what will I do next. My humor is so sick.

P.S. The picture below is 2-3 weeks post haircut. And for the record - I really like it.