So, now I know that must be the reason for my general malaise. It has nothing to do with OTES, data collection, over testing kids, selling my house, etc. etc. etc. My problem is that my jeans are saggy. They don't fit my butt just right.
Since I was leaving for Spring Break, I decided that what I needed to make my trip to Brimfield ever so perfect, was a new pair of jeans. I was going on Spring Break, didn't I deserve to be happy while I was there basking in the snow covered hills along Route 43? What I needed was a new pair of jeans.
My personal fittologist and I headed out for the mall Sunday afternoon. I knew there was nothing to worry about. I had an expert with me. No more "mom jeans" for me. I was going for the gold.
I tried on jeans.
I sat on the bench so Annie could check for a "gap."
I tried on more jeans.
Annie brought back a different pair to try on.
Slimming in the tummy
Who knew there were so many different kind of jeans to try on?
|Annie's idea of a joke...|
Well, 4 stores and 20 pairs of jeans later, my weary shopping partner and I found what we both deemed to be the perfect jeans. They fit my butt, there is no gap, and they feel good when I put them on. Unfortunately, I don't look like that young, slim, 20 year-old I used to be. I still look like a mom. But my jeans don't bag!
This morning, I put on my new jeans and I have to say that I do feel pretty happy. I don't know if it's really because they fit my butt well. I think it has more to do with the memories of shopping with Annie.
The lesson here? If you are feeling a general sense of sadness, check out your jeans. What you really might need is a new pair that fits your butt just right. Ask Annie.
I am in love with Pharrell Williams' "Happy." I'm especially in love with this version. Hope it brings you a little happiness.