I tempted the fates today.

I tempted the fates today.  I decided to wear white linen pants to work.  I grew up as this being a rule/superstition that I shouldn't do:  Don't stir with a fork, don't open an umbrella in doors, throw a pinch of salt over your shoulder if you spill the shaker and white pants before Memorial Day is bad.

But I liked the outfit and I didn't want to wait another three weeks.  But I was walking a fine line today.

First I had to drop Rachel off at school.  I needed to get her into school without her grubbing hands rubbing all over the pants.  Or, I could carry her into the building, having her shoes wipe on my leg like a white linen welcome mat.  But I made it...still sparkling white.

I get to the cafe and get my sludgy cheap coffee.  Most days, with dark pants, not a big deal but I dodge any potential drop that could hit the white.  Again...still clean.

No chocolate crumbs (YES, I got the chocolate muffin) on the pants...it's 9:45 and I am still clean.

I have to be careful of pens and becoming a Tampax horror story.  But I am good...made it, in and out of the gym, still white.

I almost get oatmeal on my pants in the afternoon.  While the snack sounds healthy, I only avoided the vending machine sugary goodness because I had no change.  God, if I wear white pants, always have quarters to avoid that potential gross oatmeal stain that thankfully hit my shirt rather than my pants.

My day hinged on these pants...and it's not even Memorial Day yet.  Every time I wear these pants, I hold my breath all day.  Perhaps I need to get another color...I think I am getting too old for this shit.  I swear the worry gave me a headache.