Which One of These Is Not Like the Others?
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 …