I attended a pool party this past weekend ... and I survived. My husband is a rock climber. His group gathers occasionally for social events. While I do not currently rock climb, the group is kind and allows me to make my presence at the events. I was really looking forward to the party actually. Being a working mom doesn’t allow for much of a social life—even more so when you don’t have family in town as built in babysitters.
The afternoon leading up to the party was spent getting ready—picking out a decent pool party outfit, getting my daughters dressed, whipping up some homemade guacamole, putting on a little lipstick, slipping on some sparkly earrings ... and feeling ready to get on with my bad party self!
So we roll up to the party (in our van, sweet!), lug enough luggage to stay for a week out of the van and head to the back of the house. I was feeling proud—nice sunny day, cute girls, decent make-up day for me ... and then ... we opened the gate.
Yes, it was like I landed on the set of filming a Corona commercial—babes, bikinis, body fat—none. And then I caught my reflection—Mommy ponytail—check, Mommy drawstring pants—check, Mommy accessory of my three month old strapped in the Baby Bjorn—check. Yep! I was in style denial. I’m still surprised, actually, that Ashton Kutcher didn’t come running out of the pool hall shouting, “You’ve been Punk’d!”
Well I made the most of the evening and managed to avoid shoving my face into the French onion dip ... no need to add more fuel (fat) to the fire (my butt). Everyone was really nice, though. I socialized with several, enjoyed my burger and caffeine free Diet Coke, watched my daughter dip her toes in the pool and saw the 0 percent body fat hard-bodies devour my bowl of guacamole!
The reality is I’m not in my twenties anymore. I don’t get much sleep at night—hence the permanent dark circles underneath my eyes. I work hard to try and balance it all ... And I’m a mother—ponytail wearing, bad pedicure, one piece bathing suit with a king size sheet cover-up, van and all ... and proud of it!
Don’t get me wrong, though, bikinis (well tankinis maybe), a two door car and looking hip and hot are still in my future! I’m just on a little hiatus at the moment ...