I have been wondering for the past couple weeks if I lost some yoga pants somewhere. The other option, of course, is that my washing machine ate them. I have shirts coming out my ears, and apparently only 2 remaining pairs of pants?!?!? I quite honestly have no idea where they might be. It’s caused some tricky situations when packing my gym bag every morning.
Today, however, was a particularly low day in my progress towards adulthood. After looking pointlessly in my closet, I moved out to the dinning room table. Yes….I fold laundry on my table, and quite often it stays there much longer than it should. Again, a pile of folded tops and no pants in sight. At this moment I was out of options and out of time. I performed a maneuver that I was quite sure only young, college dudes perform….I Febreezed a pair of pants that I dug out of the hamper!! SERIOUSLY!!! That’s what my life came to this morning. Years of homemaker training, 1.5 college degrees, a house of my own, and I can’t keep track of yoga pants!!!!! Your general inability to be a responsible adult really hits home when you’re Febreezing workout pants, in your garage, 10 minutes before you’re supposed to be at work.
All’s well that ends well I guess…..? My pants didn’t smell like the inside of a locker room anymore, and I survived my workout. Here’s to better planning in the future?!?…….who am I kidding……I’ll just buy more pants! ADULTING THE EASY WAY!!!!!