3-way mirrors are the devil

Something has happened to my body that I am NOT happy about. I went to Target last night to try on swimsuits because we are heading to the Lake of the Ozarks this weekend. I wanted to sport a new cute swimsuit. I know myself and as much as I would love the itsy bitsy teeny weenie skull and crossbones swimsuit there on the front rack, I bypassed it and headed to the tankini's. They had a pretty decent selection of tankini's. (tankini's = 30+ age range). I grabbed a few and headed to the dressing room.

And that's when it happened.

I was standing there in front of the mirror. Able to see my sagging ass because of the mirror arrangement. I was mortified. When did my ass start sliding? I always heard people talking about gravity taking affect when you get older...but I would bound and determined NOT to have it happen to my ass.

The worst part was that NONE of the swimsuits fit me. My boobs were either popping out. (in this case, this was not flattering whatsoever) Or the butt of the suit covered only the top half of my ass. (only if you are a size 0 model with a banging tan and 20 years old does this look sexy.)

I even tried on a one piece.

And almost threw up.

That didn't even look good on me.

Raining Memories

It's thundering and pouring down rain today and I am reminded of how much I loved thunderstorms when I was in elementary school. Indoor recess with the fuzzy soccer ball was the best!

Today, since recess isn't offered at my job.....we improvised. Instead of treking out in this horrible weather, we had Imo's deliver. I'm enjoying it just about as much as the fuzzy indoor soccerball.

ALWAYS bring a towel with you.

Yesterday morning was quite the wake-up call. I woke up and stumbled into the hall bathroom to take a shower. Mind you, mornings are not my forte...so functioning the 1st half hour after my awakening is humorous. So I took my shower and was feeling ALOT more awake. When I was finished, I realized I had forgotten to bring in a towel with me. I thought, I could sneak out and grab a towel from the linen closet with no one seeing me.

WRONG. When you live a with a 10 year old boy this is a difficult task apparently.

Because outside of the bathroom, sitting on the floor, waiting his turn for the shower...was my son. There I stood in my nakedness. I screamed HOLY SHIT..and cowered back into the bathroom. I then whispered to him, "Can you please hand me a towel." He did. 

I was mortified. And he, now has a horrible mental image of his naked mom in his head.