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