Thursday, July 03, 2008
a drip to wallyworld
I have officially experienced one of the rites of passages that every mom inevitably goes through- the purchase of the"Mom swimsuit." Yesterday I braved (the) Walmart alone with Bradley in search of a "fat girl swimsuit," not knowing what our 4th of July weekend plans held, but certain of the fact that should our plans include water, that I was not yet slim enough to fit into one of my regular swimsuits. So, to Walmart I went. Bradley was an angel and slept in his carseat in the basket the entire time while I shopped around and settled on 3 suits to try on.
Once in the dressing room, things got a little hairy. It's not that the suits didn't fit- well, one of them did anyways- a hot pink halter top and skirted bottom tankini- it's just that, shall we say in between suits, I gasped in horror as I realized I was leaking onto the dressing room floor from the chestal area. Given that I doubt any Walmart shopper would appreciate my lactation expertise, I tried to stopper the drips while simultaneously grabbing my nursing bra. I realized the humor in the situation but was completely grossed out at the time! (probably like you the reader are now!) (who knew those things had such a mind of their own, right?) All I could do was gather my things, try to duck out of the dressing room, and hope that no one noticed the puddle I left behind! I mustered every ounce of dignity that I had, casually placing the skirted tankini Mom-suit in my basket and speeding away from the dressing room area before someone could blame me for them slipping in a pool of vitamin D goodness. All in the day of a life of this diva mom!