The Boy Has No Pants.

It is one of those moments that make you feel like the bad mom. My child had no pants. We had an unusual burst of spring weather, by which I mean cloudy and actual rain. It was enough morning rain to justify long pants. Accordingly the kid gets and prepares himself for school this morning with jeans and a t-shirt, but after breakfast, confesses the jeans are a little tight and he's going to change. This is not an area that he is very observant about, so they must have been miserable. The cargos he was willing to work with, it was a recipe for disaster. This weather is not a normal May occurrence. We had purchased nearly a weeks worth in January in the next size up, thinking that would get us over the hump and through all shorts all the time or November as it is called locally.

However just a few weeks before we had started replacing shorts in the next next size. All of this is compounded by the fact that we are going into the murky waters of juniors. So each purchase requires visiting three different departments; men's (how small are their smalls), young men's (the y chromosone version of juniors, so skinny adult sizes), and boys (because they say they go all the way to 18 or 20 and my kid isn't even a teenager). Does a 16 equal 28" x 28" or 28"x 30" or 30" x 30"? I hate boy sizes. It doesn't help that Y is in denial. He has had much fun, giggling about my being passed height wise any second now, but Y and the kid shopping in the same department has not be quite so amusing.

This hasn't happened in three years, we start checking fit, and somehow nothing does, and he's gone through 2 or 3 sizes that school year. This time we knew it was coming, we even changed some meds to help him get ready for it. It was a perfect storm of El Nino and tween growth spurt. It has dropped 20-30 degrees since the weekend, it is raining and the boy has no pants. Bad, bad mommy.