Mother's Day...
There's this part of my personality that I don't particularly like...
It's the part that tries not to look forward to things in attempt to shield myself from disappointment.
Is that twisted?? Normal??
Anyway...Mother's Day falls into this category.
While Kevin is a very thoughtful person, who loves and appreciates all I am and do for our children...I still struggle with this tendency.
Take today for example...I know it is the day BEFORE Mother's Day...but Facebook makes one feel like Mother's Day is now an extended weekend holiday...
Only husbands still work. Kids still bicker. Brothers still threaten to kill their sister's imaginary fairies. Stomachs still get hungry. Dishes still get dirty. Dogs still roll around in only-God-knows-what. (Seriously. What did he roll in?!?!?!) So floors still need to be cleaned. Laundry still needs to be done...and all of a sudden it doesn't seem like Mother's Day AT. ALL.
And while I tried to not set myself up for disappointment with low expectations, I still find myself disappointed...even before Mother's Day actually happens.
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Monday, June 13, 2011
My Thoughts on Bathing Suit Shopping
It. Stinks.
It stinks so badly that I have been wearing the same brown and white polka-dotted swimsuit for going on 4 years now. It was a cute enough suit once. It was not the size of my choosing (read: fitting of a 16 year old figure), but it covered parts that needed to be covered and draped over parts that needed to be draped.
But, the time has come to find another.
OH, BOTHER. (read with Eore voice.)
I have previously shared my opinions on skinny jeans...
Well, bathing suits are 10 times worse...for multiple reasons.
My bum and belly pudge being the top two.
Is it just me? Or do you think the mirrors at Target are secretly 'fun house' mirrors minus the 'fun.' I honestly think I gain 10 pounds in those dressing rooms. Maybe it is the fluorescent lighting...or the Molten Lava Chocolate cake that is half eaten in the bowl next to me as I type...or the Starburst Jelly Beans I topped off this afternoon...or my lack of exercising.
But whatever it is...I. Hate. Bathing Suit Shopping.
It makes me grumpy.
It stinks so badly that I have been wearing the same brown and white polka-dotted swimsuit for going on 4 years now. It was a cute enough suit once. It was not the size of my choosing (read: fitting of a 16 year old figure), but it covered parts that needed to be covered and draped over parts that needed to be draped.
But, the time has come to find another.
OH, BOTHER. (read with Eore voice.)
I have previously shared my opinions on skinny jeans...
Well, bathing suits are 10 times worse...for multiple reasons.
My bum and belly pudge being the top two.
Is it just me? Or do you think the mirrors at Target are secretly 'fun house' mirrors minus the 'fun.' I honestly think I gain 10 pounds in those dressing rooms. Maybe it is the fluorescent lighting...or the Molten Lava Chocolate cake that is half eaten in the bowl next to me as I type...or the Starburst Jelly Beans I topped off this afternoon...or my lack of exercising.
But whatever it is...I. Hate. Bathing Suit Shopping.
It makes me grumpy.
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