Rock Bottom

These are my legs, wearing sweatpants:

I never realized just how unflattering they are until I took this picture

Why is this noteable and worthy of a blog post? Well first off, I am not really a sweatpant person. I just bought my first pair in about 15 years because of our recent ski trip. Their only intention was for lounging, nothing else. But today, I momentarily lost my mind and decided it would be ok to leave the house in them.

Let's just take a brief pause while my poor deceased mother rolls over in her grave. The horror. What kind of self respecting woman walks around in the out of doors in sweatpants? (no offense if you do). None raised by Betty Pasqualotto, I assure you.

You see, I don't always look my most "put together". I rarely wear makeup, and my hair being "done" means I've brushed it. But every day I manage to put on a decent outfit. And yes, on occasion I will leave the house in yoga pants. I realize that in certain circumstances they could be as bad as sweatpants; however, I never let that happen. I always ensure that my yoga pants are accompanied by my nice sneakers and best looking hoodie or fleece. Therefore, if you see me out and about in that outfit you hopefully assume that I am on my way to or from some sort of exercise. In reality, you're probably seeing me on my way to or from cleaning the bathroom. But looks can be deceiving, can't they?!

So why the sweats today? Well there's a good explanation. This morning, when I was dressed perfectly acceptably, it was raining. Hard. I was ok with that. We have had a pretty mild winter rain-wise, and there have been only a handful of times I have been absolutely drenched to my core walking Rio to school. Today was going to be one of those days and I accepted it.

But trouble began brewing when I had to return the boys' soaking wet stroller to our garage. Our garage that is parked at the bottom of a very steep driveway. Our very steep driveway that is gravel coated in moss. Moss is slippery when it's wet. Very slippery. See where this is going?

I bailed fast and hard. So fast in fact that I had no idea what was happening until I was skidding down the driveway, presumably having slid my legs under the stroller*, given how sore and scraped my shins are. I did not bang my head, although I certainly gave myself whiplash.  I simultaneously made every muscle, bone, and joint in my body hurt at the same time.

When I got in the house and peeled off my soaking wet, muddy, mossy clothes, the last thing I wanted to do was put on another pair of jeans. So out came the old comfies. And then as the day wore on I became stiffer and stiffer, so the jeans became less and less appealing. So off I planned to go to get Rio to school in all my sweatpant glory.

At the last minute, however, I came to my senses and changed into jeans. I just couldn't do it. I could not physically walk out my door wearing sweatpants. I stopped myself just in time -  I only hit rock bottom literally today, not figuratively in addition. Disaster averted. Betty, I hope you know you raised your daughter right.

All that said, I did end up leaving the house in what my dear husband would consider an even worse fashion disaster:

Wellies, or for those of us less fancy - gumboots (Again, no offense to gumboot lovers, but I don't wear them unless it is dumping buckets from the sky, and in that case I think they're perfectly acceptable. My husband however, thinks they're unacceptable at all times). Sorry Jord, if you had to walk in the gusting, raining-cats-and-dogs storm that I did, you would forgive me.

Now when I'm safe and dry in the comfort of my home, it's sunny out. Figures. All I know is that tomorrow's Saturday and I'm not walking anyone to school so I'll stay out of harms way for another couple of days.

Happy weekend!

*Not to worry, the boys were already safely in the house when this occurred. Although I somehow think that the weight of them in the stroller may have prevented this from happening in the first place.