Coming of Age

The title of this post might give you preconceived notions of what I am about to talk about. Given my situation, current employment status, age, etc...one might think I am about to discuss:

1. We are pregnant and expecting our third child in September!

2. I am about to finish 8 years of college AND graduate AND start working for pay!

3. Our house is under contract and we close May 28th and will be moving back to Utah!

While all of these, and perhaps other topics might have been, or should be, discussed on the family blog, you know me, and I leave most of that up to Val. What I would like to discuss is another facet of my life that has me feeling that I am coming of age. It has more to do with my current amount of gray hair, physique, and spare energy on tap at the end of a 30 mile commute and 8 hours of Kick Butt Temple Dental. I would like to talk about 2 things that have become oddly precious to me:

My 2 pairs of sweat pants.

I don't know when it happened, why, or how, but I freakin love sweat pants. Val gave me an oversized pair for Christmas, which I shortly found a companion for at Costco, and it was over.

When I was a child, adolescent, and young adult, I hated sweat pants for two reasons:
gathered ankles, and gathered waists. This ill-conceived design flaw left you with a skin pattern resembling a skrunchy around your ankles and waist, and erythema. It also gave the coveted illusion that your pants were too short, and your waist was too fat. So, I never really wore them. Don't get me wrong, I am smart enough to realize that sweat pants in general where not for any given style, and where kind of the opposite of style, and to this day are not associated with any real kind of style. But I hated the way I looked in them so much growing up, that I wouldn't even dawn them too much on a Saturday morning, mowing the lawn.

All that has changed now.

6 days out of 7, if looking cleaned up is not required of me at eventide, I shower, and slip into my sweats, and that is that. It is almost therapeutic. No more need to suck in, staighten up, look professional, just relax, I'm in sweats. The particular brands are both oversized, ungathered, drawstring waist (which I never "draw"), and soft as a feather pillow. And the added bonus is, when it is time to retire for the day, no need to change out of them, I can just hit the sack! Sweet!

Val doesn't seem to mind (yet) and agrees with my clothing choice of comfort over fashion 100%. Though admittedly, I am no where near her level of dedication to comfort.

So, as I prepare for the many changes that lie ahead, I am comforted by, well, comfort, and realize that I have come of age. Long live 100% cotton!!!