Well, That Happened

Today is Friday and on Friday's I try to dress a little nicer.  It's hard enough as a stay-at-home mom to rally and pull out the good jeans for a "roll around on the ground" day, and it's even harder when two days are spent wrangling 10 two-year olds at preschool. So, Friday is my day to dress up.

Today I was sporting a new Old Navy t-shirt and an old skirt. I paired the skirt with my brown tights and my new-to-me suede brown boots. (Seriously, I love my boots). Everything looked good, I felt good, except for one small thing. The skirt is an old skirt, pre-kids even, and has a bit of a tear in the back. It basically makes the split reach into some dangerous ares. But that is okay, because I only wear the skirt with my leggings. See, that way, if the split is a little high, all my parts are covered in a non-see through legging. Today, though I choose tights. Dark tights that look like leggings, so I thought I was good to go. When showing my outfit to my spouse, he did mention that maybe I would want to sew that rip. Hmm, maybe it is worse then I thought.

I still left the house, hurried the kids to school, and continued on my day. Mid-way through, I realized it was feeling awfully cold on my backside. I quickly felt the back of my skirt, and all seemed good. I did as subtle as a check as I could, while walking down the hallway at my son's school, and everything still seemed fine. Must just be really cold, I thought.  Still, as the morning went on I became more apprehensive that something was terribly wrong.

Finally, I was home, and after getting kids settled into rest time I went to investigate the situation.  First I checked my skirt, yep, hole still there but not any bigger. Next, I checked my tights. Uh-oh.  I forgot this pair has a relatively large hole in the. um, back of them.  And of course, that hole lined up perfectly with the aforementioned tear in my skirt.  What I had just discovered was that, no, I was not covered up, and yes, you could see my *ahem* backside when I bent over.

Great. It's not like I just spent my morning shelving books. Crawling on hands and knees, bending over, and, dare I say, squatting, in the library at my son's school. Oh, wait, yes I did.  Now, most people would quickly change, but really I was home for the day and I was already dressed, so why change. Although, I would have to walk to the bus stop later.  But who will really notice as I walk quickly by?  Maybe the two guys who stopped talking and watched me push the double stroller up the hill to our house.  Feeling a little exposed, in more ways then one, right then.

The skirt has now been moved to the sewing pile. Which means it will never be worn again.