The Pant Problem

Saturday my mom came over to help me work on new living room curtains. I need 4 panels and the total of each panel has to be 110 inches finished.  That means there was a lot of material spread out on our living room. floor. I spent a good part if the day crawling around measuring the pieces.  Since I was dealing with 14.5 yards of two different kinds of material I took my time.  When you need pieces that long you definitely want to live by the "measure twice cut once" code. 

So I was in a weird hunched over position most of the day with my eyes close to the tape measure trying to very carefully mark the fabric. When you add the fact I was crawling around in the floor I had a problem with my pants. With every crawl I made it would pull them down little by little. I don't think it was bad enough to be classified as a plumber problem, but they were lower than normal.  Cade could not handle this.  A couple of times he came over and tried to yank my jeans up while I was hunched over.  That did not help at all because my knees were the things causing the problem.  They were all bunched there.  After a couple of his comments - which included "Grandma, I'm glad your pants aren't doing that" (which Grandma wasn't the one in the weird position) I decided to change into workout pants.

I came out of our room and asked Cade if these pants would suit him.  He said he needed to see what happened with them once I started on the material again.  The knit fabric started out ok, but then they slowly stretched out and I started having the same problem again. Again, it was not bad, just lower than normal. Every two minutes Cade would tell me to pull them up.    When you were in the middle of doing what I was doing it was really hard to do that.  I didn't want to move excesively because I was right on top of the stretched out material.  I was trying to be as still as possible and keep the material smooth. 

Finally the comment that clinched the whole day, and if I'm being honest - hurt my feelings a little, came that evening  long after the material was cut, folded and put away for the day.....

C:  Mom, you just remind me of a girl at school
Me:  (For a brief second  I thought...look alike, similar haircut, sound alike, etc) Oh really, why is that
C:  Her name is A and she is in the 2nd grade and her butt shows all the time at lunch.  It really grosses me out....
And again that is probably another reason why Cade doesn't eat much lunch at school.  When he gets grossed out he can't eat...

I have to admit that I lost it a little - I informed him that I am not like that - I go out in public every day and never have that problem.  This was a one time thing, it does not happen every day.   AND if it bothered him that much he could just leave the room! 

I guess I should try to see this as a good thing.  It might give me some insight into what Cade will look for in a girlfriend/wife....probably a Mennonite....