great expectations

My plan was to write about some sort of serious issue or topic today, like the importance of realistic expectations or something equally thought provoking. However whilst getting dressed this morning (at 10am, other mum's will understand) I realised that something far more important needed to be brought up.

The Perfect Track Pants.

Yes, this one is mainly for the girls (or perhaps I am the only one with this dilemma in which case both genders will be bored by my 'issue' )

I have many things in life that I am perfectly happy with. One thing however that eludes me is the perfect pair of track pants. Or 'sweats' I believe the Americano's call them. Today is a perfect day for wearing track pants. An autumn chill is in the air, I'm not planning to leave the house, and I was up quite a bit last night so need my creature comforts today.

Some people seem to find this holy grail of the clothing version of comfort eating, things like hot chips and cottage pie. They emerge wearing thier 'PTP's' (Perfect Pair of Track Pants) looking relaxed, happy and most of all good.  Some even look athletic or slim. The worst ones even manage to somehow look sexy. How is this possible, I wonder. Whenever I go shopping for PTP's my reflection resembles something akin to a womble crossed with an oompa loompa rather than the athletic greek godess I hope I might find when peering in the mirror. And I'm not saying I'm fat, or completely unathletic- it's just that the track pants I do seem to find really don't seem to do me any favours.

Perhaps, part of my problem is that (and those who know me will testify to this) I refuse to buy anything at full price. If it's not more than 30% off I'm not buying it. Maybe all the PTP's get snapped up before they ever make it to the sale racks. I currently own one pair of attempted 'PTP's'. They were less than half price. This, on reflection, could be the reason they have stretched so much they hang off me making my butt look Extremely Saggy and are an odd shade of green that I feel slightly ashamed of if I ever brave going in public once donning them.

As I process this I realize that maybe today's topic is about realistic expectations. Should I manage my expectations about the discovery of my longed for PTP's? But what would solve the issue? Is it the price bracket I am looking in? or being realistic about the shape that God has blessed me with? (well not entirely God, I think chocolate also deserves some credit)

Maybe I need to completely blow the budget one day and then I may find true happiness on those days you just need something warm and comfy on. Or I could desert my quest and continue wearing jeans. Either way I now realise my expectations need some sort of managing to lower my levels of dissatisfaction.

And now, just to remind me that far more important things do exist in my universe my baby is crying and it's time to take my saggy, oddly green lower half down the stairs to give him a cuddle. At least he doesn't care what I look like!