On My Way to Mom Jeans?!?!?!?

On Monday, as we were waiting for our ultrasound to begin, my shoes became the topic of conversation.  I happened to look down and notice that the soles where no longer completely attached.  Upon further inspection, we noticed that there was a small hole forming on the side, too.  Mate looked at me and said, "we have enough money for you to buy some new shoes".  I had to explain to him that I don't have time to shop for shoes.  There is no way the girls would be patient in a store long enough for me to actually find a pair of new black flats on sale.  I rarely pay retail for anything, which means shopping takes a little longer.  Needless to say, I tucked my feet under the seat and hoped no one would notice.   

In other fashion news, I've been on the hunt for a new purse for quite some time.  See, one of my handbags has completely lost its form and the other is about to lose a strap.  I'm making myself sound like a real mess.  Anyway, I peruse the Coach Outlet store quite often, but can't seem to justify spending that much money on myself.  Plus, I'm usually carrying a diaper bag, so I am only occasionally reminded that my purses have seen better days.

On Tuesday, my grandma came over to take the girls and I to lunch.  As I was carrying both girls into the restaurant, I realized my maternity jeans were falling down and I had no way to pull them up.  I purchased this particular pair of pants when I was pregnant with the girls and always got annoyed that they didn't stay up.  Instead of buying another pair, I just dealt with the temporary inconvenience.  At least I had free hands to pull them up pre-children.

Mate and I decided it was probably a good idea for me to leave the girls with him for an hour and get myself put back together.  You know your life revolves around your children and husband when an hour at the store is the most exciting thing that's happened in a long time.  It doesn't hurt that I purchased $144 worth of stuff for $45, either.  There are no longer any excuses for me to be walking around with holey shoes, a broken purse or pants that fall down.   I can only imagine what's going to happen to me when #3 joins our family. . .