Just Breathe

Imagine overeating all your favorite foods at Thanksgiving dinner while dressed in a pair of pants a size too small and possibly lined in wool and paired with some skin tight knee high socks.

I truly am imagining such a scenario because I have fortunately only attended Thanksgiving celebrations where casual, comfortable attire is welcome.

But imagine again how horrible it would feel to be full of biscuits and sweet potatoes and stuffing and pie and to be stuffed into pants that are too small and also itchy.

Now imagine the moment when you have the opportunity to shed those pants and those knee highs and change into your most comfortable cotton pants -- sweatpants, yoga pants, jammie pants, whatever you wish -- and a nice, clean pair of cotton footie socks.

That glorious feeling of changing into comfy pants on Thanksgiving is how it feels for me, right now, to know that potential buyers will not be looking at my home tomorrow or the next day or the day after.

No, it didn't sell, but we have temporarily inactivated our listing (planned since we listed it in mid-February) so that we can focus on welcoming Sweet P. The wearing of tight pants (i.e., vigilant cleaning) will commence in May (based on my post-partum experiences with Bub and Little Bitmost of my pants will still be mighty tight come May) and until then, I am just going to breath easy.