A little while ago I got home from work just as Michael had to take off for a business meeting. It had been a long day and I was tired, but it wasn’t over yet. I did the cooking, the child feeding, the bedtime routine, the whole bit. And I waited for Michael to come home. I was in my blue capri pants with a stripey blue top and I thought I’d just keep that outfit on until Michael got back because I wanted him to do a belly shot.
Jade fell asleep and I decided to relax a bit before getting on with the dish-washing and lunch-packing part of the night. Trouble was, I just couldn’t seem to settle down; I couldn’t get comfortable.
Finally, I decided to change into my “at-home uniform”: yoga pants and a comfortably loose top. As soon as I slipped off the capris, I breathed a sigh of relief. I suddenly realized that the band at the top of the pants had become too restrictive, maternity pants or no. It was such a relief to get rid of the pressure, I instantly felt better… and realized that I’d had grumpy pants on all day.
So that’s where the expression comes from…