Once for a pair of jeans.
And again, for a pair of flats.
Not for my work day, but for our evening plans.
Our church is having a Fat Tuesday service tonight in DC. So, I knew Michael would be taking the metro into the City, and we would meet for dinner, then go to church. Then, metro home, where my car is parked in a blue spot. (Thankfully I did not get any dirty looks when I parked this morning!)
I'm glad I remembered the logistics of tonight before I walked out the door this morning, because I'm wearing a black pencil skirt today, and it doesn't have much, ahem, give. No way this girl is squatting in this skirt.
Hence, the jeans. I do a super squat when I lift Michael into our SUV, which I will do to get us home from the metro station later tonight. With no jeans, there would no doubt be some sort of public nudity involved. Not saying I haven't done it before (making sure no one was around when I pulled my skirt ALL the way up, of course), but it's cold now!
And transfers in heels, which I'm also wearing to work today, are generally a bad idea. Hence, the flats.
So, I'm prepared. A little planning goes a long way.
There was a time that doing little things like this were a big worry for me. I stressed about parking, and transfers and metro elevators that may or may not work. Not saying I didn't check the metro website like 47 times today, but I think I'm getting much better.
Now to change and head over to meet my man for dinner.