If you know me very well at all, you know I'm not the most balanced and graceful person there is. I'm clumsy and trip and fall often..... and often over the most random things... or nothing at all. Take for example when I fell down the back stairs wearing flip flops and pulled a muscle. Or when I fell in San Diego over a parking curb while holding Anna and while I was 7 mo. pregnant with Eli. Or when I tripped and fell in the Target parking lot while carrying Eli in his car seat. I could give many more examples but I'll spare myself any further embarrassment.... except for this last one.
Last Thursday was no exception. We had been out running errands and Wal-mart was the last stop. After getting groceries we got to the van. I took Eli out of the cart and went to put him in the van. It was raining and I was trying to hurry. In my rush, I slipped. It's amazing what all can go through your head in a matter of a second. I thought "Oh my! I'm going to drop him or else fall on him." So, in an effort to protect him, I just squatted and fell to my knees trying to avoid doing either of those. I fell into the side of the van and called for Mark's assistance. He really is used to this by now. He got Eli (my strategy worked - he was just perfect) and I stood up to a scraped elbow and pretty cut up knee.... and torn jeans. All the while hoping and praying no one else just saw that. I started crying which brought on the entourage of Anna's questions "You otay, mommy? You hurt? Mommy sad? Need mamaid (band-aid)? A fishy mamaid?" I felt bad because the pain wasn't why I was crying. Yeah, it hurt, but after 2 C-sections you're going to have to up your game. I was mad. Mad that my favorite jeans were ruined, the only real pair I ever wear (after all, I am at home the majority of the time). Jeans that Mark bought almost brand spanking new at a yard sale for $2..... and I knew I was going to have to spend $30 to replace them. Or as Mark recommended, I could sport the grunge look with holey jeans.
So, we went shopping after church today - both for me some jeans and for Mark some shorts and tennis shoes for our upcoming trip to Disney World. As suspected most jeans were $25-$40. Mark found some for me at Kohl's but I didn't want to try them on (or buy them) because I wanted to get the exact same kind I had from Old Navy (and Old Navy is having a $25 sale on all their jeans) - the kind that actually go to the floor and cover my shoes, but most importantly, the kind that tucks in my lingering baby weight.... But what I found was no such luck. Jeans are now seemingly made for teeny poppers who are size 0 and wish to show off every crevice and inch of hips they can. The kind that if you have any amount of weight on you makes it look like you're wearing a rubber tire under there. Shall we say Muffin Top?? That or else they're plastered to your legs in this new Skinny Straight Leg fad that I'm praying will leave as quickly as it came in. And lets not forget the jeans that look like they've been washed 1000 times and then had grease spread all over them. What happened to the jeans from the yard sale? 'Normal' jeans?? They were nowhere to be found. So we left.
I ended up finding some Levi's at Goody's for $35. They were very similar to my old ones - so they'd have to work. But after buying them, I got to thinking I should've just gotten the ones at Kohl's since we had a 15% off coupon that expired today. So, after church tonight, I went back to Kohl's and bought the exact same jeans I had bought at Goody's, only for $5.25 cheaper. Don't you hate days like these?
Needless to say, I'll try to be a little more careful, although it never really seems to work for me.