So I have this really cute maternity top that my mom sent me a couple of months ago. It is one of those things I probably would have never have bought for myself but I really love it. It is made of the softest cotton, black, with ruching on the side, and it is completely see-through. I typically wear it with a colored tank top underneath and something dressy on the bottom. I guess what I am trying to say is that it is not just a run-of-the-mill tee shirt, it's cute.
This afternoon while the kids were doing homework, I threw in a load of whites into the washing machine. As I did this, I realized the tank top I was wearing under my cute maternity top was white and could use washing so I slipped it off, popped it in the washer, and put my top (don't forget the see-through part) back on. I mean, hey, we were alone in the house, right? Nobody here would even notice. I set about doing the rest of the dinner-homework-laundry shuffle. The kids went outside to play once they were done.
About an hour later, when it was time to collect everyone I leaned my head outside to tell the kids to come in. I saw the mother of a neighbor pass by, someone I don't see often, but really like. I waved and ran out to the street to say hello. We had a short and friendly conversation - I could tell she was distracted - she was looking everywhere but at me. I let her go and came inside with the kids.
And then I remembered: I was standing outside in a bra and a see-through shirt, completely oblivious.
Seriously.
I am losing it.
2 comments:
It could be worse. One time I remember talking to a friend of Dan's while nursing one of the kids, who filled up and pulled away without me noticing - or covering up . . .
hahahahahaha!
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