Ladies, I have news to share that only my fellow moms could possibly understand.
I bought new underwear. AND new bras!
I can actually hear the moms cheering, and those without kids shaking their heads and giving me the same kind of “Umm, ok?” look my husband gives me. Let me explain.
For those who don’t have kids, buying new underwear is like buying bananas or a new cd. You don’t give it a whole lot of thought, you just get it when you need or want it.
Once you have kids, everything for YOU goes out the back door, and everything for THEM becomes front and center on the to-do list. Even things they may not necesarily need inch higher up the list than the things you may need or want. Its just part of parenthood, like dirty diapers and tantrums. After awhile you find yourself questioning every purchace, stopping to consider whether those cute pink heels are worth the money, or whether you should skip it because little Johnny is going to need a new pair of sandals soon. Eventually even your basic needs are on the backburner, and you find yourself wearing things you normally would not have used for dustrags pre-children.
This is especially apparent in mommy’s underwear drawer. Yes ladies, you KNOW what I am talking about. The thongs that used to be cute before the lace started coming apart at the edges. The granny panties you hold onto for AF’s monthly visit, but they tend to creep out when you are short on laundry as well. The bras that were great when you were nursing, but you are still wearing even though you weaned 6 months ago(yes, I am guilty of this one!). That pair of hipster briefs that looked SO good when you bought them, but aren’t looking so hot with the extra 10lbs from the holidays squeezed into them.
I decided tonight it was time to take another step towards reclaiming myself. I went out and bought new underwear. Cute underwear. Underwear with prints, and colors, and not a single pair of them reach my navel. And bras. Omg, I bought new bras. For the first time in my life I own more bras than there are number of days in the week. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t break the bank, Kohl’s clearance rack was especially good to me tonight. But even cheap new underwear is better than the raggedy, ugly stuff that has gradually taken over my lingerie drawer.
Tomorrow I shall purge my closet, and make a sacrifice to the goddesses of shopping and sexuality. May they bless me, because rumor has it there is going to be a killer shoe sale Thursday.