I am thoroughly enjoying the eighty degree weather the last few days. On Saturday I actually put on my bikini, oiled myself up and sat in a lounge chair in the sun reading The Southern Vampire series. Of course, this was after bringing the boys for their baseball pictures and opening day ceremonies, and Blackstone was working so I had to get up every two minutes to make lemonade for the lemonade stand, cut watermelon, bandage scraped knees, and referee the fighting.
Still, this is as close to blissful relaxation as my days tend to get lately. I'm going to enjoy what I can get while I can get it.
The pic is my bathing suit, courtesy of NY and Co.:
In all reality, you can find me in a bikini on FB if you're so inclined. It's not that exciting. I wouldn't waste my time.
Anyway, this weekend was way better than the preceding week which consisted of my car's starter dying a sudden death, the grinder on my coffee pot giving it's final farewell and both the boys having a twelve hour stomach bug. I don't think LT even woke up before he puked.
My tummy hurt and I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, there was throw up in my bed.
I'm pretty sure the vomit didn't magically materialize in his bed while he was in the bathroom. I've never heard of the Puke Fairy. It's also rather suspicious that he had vomit in his hair, but there was no convincing him that he did it.
Poor thing. Never saw it coming.
I also got fitted for contacts for the first time. I'm not sure I'm in love. They're not very comfortable. I'm still adjusting and this is just a trial set, so hopefully things will work out. I have very little vision correction, it's the astigmatism that's the problem, which limits my contact options.
It's not so much that I have an issue with wearing glasses. I actually think they look quite good on me, and I like looking studious. The problem is that my skin is oily and they tend to slide off my face. And once summer gets into full swing and I'm chasing my kids around, it's a bit of a pain. I'd like a little more freedom in my life.
I haven't found that men find glasses a turn off either. I'd say it's quite the opposite for my husband. And one of Trouble's classmate's dad's asked me if I had any single sisters recently. I ran into the same guy at Dunkin' Donuts a week later. I said hello figuring it would be rude not to, I mean, I have the man's cell phone number programmed into my phone and his son is at my house often, I should at least say hello when we run into each other at the coffee shop, right?
He didn't recognize me.
I took my sunglasses off, figuring that was the issue. But no, that wasn't it.
He said he didn't recognize me without my clothes on.
I looked down confused. No, this was not a dream and I was in fact wearing a red spaghetti strap tank and tan shorts.
I'm not sure what I said at that point, unclear whether to be insulted, flattered or somewhat fearful for my physical well being. The guy has tattoos on his neck, so I'm leaning more toward the latter than the former. Not that I'm one to be judgmental about tattoos, but I'm not one to frequent coffee shops in the nude either.
Good thing he didn't come by the house Saturday and catch me in the red bikini. If a tank and shorts is nude, I'm not sure how you classify a bikini.