Every woman comes to THAT time in her life. You know, the time that you feel crampy and crabby. No matter what time of day it is, you are bloated and pissed. And pretty much the only thing keeping you from becoming homicidal is a bar of chocolate. Yep, you guessed it...I'm talking about swimsuit shopping.
Is there anything worse than shopping for a bathing suit? No. There isn't. It sucks and yet we have to do it. Even if you don't EVER actually put it on, it is imperative that you have one sitting in the back of your sock drawer mocking you every time you open it. So, we make ourselves miserable by going in and trying it on, which inevitably turns into an inner monologue of self-loathing. Then we spend a ridiculous amount of money on the only one that didn't immediately make us throw-up in our mouths a little, and we tuck it away, tags and all into some corner of a dark drawer knowing full well that it will never again see the light of day. I absolutely HATE swimming suit shopping.
So, I'm proposing that we open a new sort of bathing suit store. First of all, bikinis will not be allowed and anyone who walks in and asks for any size that does not include at least two digits will immediately be punched in the face as they are escorted back out the door. There will be a rack for the "new mommy", one for the "mommy to be", and of course one for the "mother of 4 or more." This rack will only contain those swimsuits with a girdle sewn into the bottom, and stainless steel cups to hold the girls in place. You see, when 4 kids have been hanging off of them for the past 8 years, regular underwire just doesn't cut it. This new store would NOT have any mirrors. No one actually wants any mirrors around when they're trying on a bathing suit anyway, and if they do they have probably already been punched in the face. And, there would be no need for self-loathing and promises to oneself that when you get home you will begin a strict crash diet. In fact, this store would give you a free donut with every purchase. That's right you single digit, swimsuit wearing wenches...bet you wish you'd asked for at least a 10 right now, don't you?
Yeah, that would be nice. But, since it doesn't exist I will just stick to swimming with the short people in my house. They don't judge me when I walk down the stairs in my purple (seemed like a good idea at the time, but now sort of resembles a certain dinosaur that I'd rather not mention) full body suit/tent. They're just happy that I'm playing with them. They don't care that there are a few more curves than last year. And really, they shouldn't have a problem with it because it's totally their fault that they are there in the first place. I still hate putting it on, and I still sort of walk/run to the pool and get in as quickly as possible. But, it's easier to take when your 4 year old looks at you with all of her baby honesty and says, "Oh, Mommy, I LOVE your bikini."