Scraping the bottom

I'm days behind on laundry and can't possibly bring myself to face the arduous task of shopping for new clothes that fit. So in an act of desperation, I just unearthed a pair of old capri pants for an afternoon outing with the muppers.

For the record, I'll confess that I must have been feeling optimistic when I purchased said pants, because I distinctly recall that they were snug back then. But today? Today, that zipper was my nemesis.

Naturally, I did what any girl in this position would do: I flopped backwards onto the bed, and fought (with a grimace and a grunt) to zip that sucker up. I'd finally succeeded when, from the foot of the bed, I heard a wee, sweet voice pipe, "Mommy, mommy! Wake up! Wake up, and let's go to the park."

So I sat up, made a show of yawning and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes for my pint-sized audience, and waddled to the door. Because some things, they really don't need to know.