Getting this off my chest

I’ve gotta get something off my chest.

I’ve been totally cool with all the craziness boys bring into a mom’s life. I’ve rolled with it for 8 years. The trucks, the weapons, the dirty knees, even the pee around the toilet – I’ve embraced it all as quickly as I embrace each one of them.

But there is something I didn’t anticipate. Something no one told me when I was pregnant with that first boy:

I will one day have teenage boys LIVING with me.

And then, when my oldest son commented that Elsa looked “way better” in her (rather voluptuous…so the opposite of me) Frozen Queen blue dress than in her original dress, it REALLY hit me:

I might have to wear a bra around my house for the next 18 years.

SOB.

I mean, is there anything better than coming home from a long day, pulling your hair up in a ponytail, putting on sweats and an old tee, and ahhhh, unhooking that bra? No, there’s really not. And since I don’t want to scar any one of my boys, I’ve realized that I might be almost 50 by the time I am able to un-self-consciously walk around my house without one.

It seems so unfair, doesn’t it?

This is MY house. I’ve accepted the fact that I have no privacy. I’ve accept that even when I am showering, changing in my OWN room, or using the bathroom, any one of them can barge in at any minute and act like I am at fault for embarrassing THEM. But really? A bra? All the time?? I had to do that when I was nursing, and I know firsthand that you are just never completely free.

So Smarties with older boys, help me out: are my fears realistic? Should I start investing in comfy lounge wear bras now?