What do you think of when you hear the term "mom jeans"? Those high-waisted and tapered leg jeans that were sold years over a decade or two ago that are rarely flattering, right. The jeans that Jessica Simpson and President Obama (at the All-Star game) both were accused of wearing last year.
That isn't what I'm referring to though. I am referring to any jeans worn by moms.
At playgroup one day we were discussing the crazy things we collect in our pockets by the end of the day. Following around an infant and a toddler or any kid for that matter, you pick up anything and everything. Garbage or dirt on the floor (why bother dragging out the vacuum when you could just pick it up faster), something that your child could choke on (screws that your hubby left on the counter after one of his projects forgetting that your little one now climbs), and that puzzle piece (that has been missing for the last two months that you found under the couch searching for a lego) all find their way into your pockets.
Yesterday, I was reflecting on how my jeans probably resemble something a garbage collector would wear at the end of his shift. I coudn't even identify some of the spots on my jeans. How often in the course of the day do your little one's grimy hands clutch your jeans or how often, for the sake of time (that pesky dish towel is not within reach), do you just swipe your hands on your jeans?
Thank goodness I didn't have to run to the grocery store last night or any other errands. The sad thing is I probably wouldn't have even checked the state of my clothes before running out. Guilty, as charged.