Chain of Fools

[Warning:  I can't vouch for the quality of this blog.  I am using writing as a laundry-procrastination while staying home with a sick kid.]

It seems like my life can sometimes be a series of chain reactions.  

It all started with Eli's sickness this weekend.  He has this dreaded virus that runs a low grade fever for about a week, making him unable to go to school or be in public.  Because of this, Mark had to stay home from church with him on Sunday.  Marina and I attended alone and naturally made our weekly trip to Sam's Club afterward.  

It's a well-known fact that I should never be allowed to shop at Sam's Club unattended, especially when the child accompanying me is on very good behavior, thus allowing me to effortlessly extend my wandering time.  

I was only there for three things:  Milk, Coffee Creamer, and Ravioli.  But then the aimless browsing started.  I found a spring jacket for $10.  What a deal!  Then I stood for 10 minutes looking at the 2-packs of leggings.  Since I am not in high school, nor am I Jessica Simpson, I have avoided buying any.  But because of Eli's sickness, the leggings ended up in my cart (next to the 20 other things that weren't on my list).

I went home and put them on.  As I stood in a t-shirt and leggings, I realized I had nothing to wear with them.  I don't have any random long shirts and I'm not about to wear my leggings as pants like the other crazy people out there.  

Since the kids were napping, I left Mark at home to venture back out to find a shirt to go with the leggings.  My sister met me at TJ Maxx for some much needed advisement.  She filled my arms with suggestions.  After long, unfortunate minutes in the dressing room with some 80s looking, unflattering giant shirt/mini skirt combination, a shapeless giant sweater and some other monstrosity, I had nothing to pair with my leggings.  Not only that, now I was feeling depressed and bad about my body.  

It also occurred to me that I needed a pair of shoes to wear with my leggings.  The chain of expensive events continued.

I ended up buying a yoga mat and cursing giant sweaters everywhere.  Who am I kidding?  I'm too old for leggings.  I may as well start buying pants with "JUICY" written across the buttocks.

My new-found depression called for a lifestyle change.  What's new?  I vow a lifestyle change every other month... just like the time I was going to run a marathon but only ran one time on the treadmill for 5 minutes before I gave up the fight.  Maybe this time it would stick...

Hours later, I sat on my yoga mat in front of the fireplace, complaining to Mark about my leggings debacle.  I was also complaining that I was getting cookie crumbs on my new mat.  It's a surprisingly nice place to sit and watch TV... in my leggings and short shirts.