I know some of you think that I’m real-life housewife of New York, glamorously lounging poolside while my children frolic in the chlorinated blue water, but in all actuality, when you’re used to this for seven months out of the year…
and then you get temperatures that rise extremely close to the 100 degree mark without even factoring in the humidity, my lounging poolside tends to look like this…
All of you living below the Mason-Dixon line are shaking your heads.
So here’s the big question…Do you wear a hat in the sun?
I realize anything has to be better than a shirt on my head, but I think a wide brim hat, a-la Jackie-O would be a little too pretentious for my city pool.
Note: FringeMan snapped this photo and said, “Now that’s a blog post!”
Swimsuit Shopping – because nothing can destroy your self-esteem like florescent lights and a 3-way mirror.
Oh, and I’ve finally graduated out of a flip-phone. Shocker, huh? Come follow along on Instagram!
One more very important thing.
I’m over at Fancy Little Things today talking about a summer time adventure. Here’s an excerpt, but you really need to read the whole thing. It’s probably the grossest thing my daughter has ever done.
Even though we bring only the necessities and leave the kitchen sink at home where it belongs, the adventure is the same and surprises never disappoint.
Finding clean bathrooms for a little potty training girl is like finding a good sale on designer shoes. They are far and few between. When my daughter was two, we traveled from Maine to Florida and back. Every time she had to go potty, my husband would pull over; I’d run out and inspect bathrooms, retaining the power to veto a rest-stop.
This day, we were on our third bathroom inspection. I knew I must accept the fact that clean is subjective. So I pulled out baby wipes, paper towels, and anti-bacterial soap, cleaning the toilet for my daughter. I was proud she did so well potty-training on the road.
Read the rest over on Fancy Little Things – Everything But The Kitchen Sink.