
Last week was pretty stressful, we had a million plus doctors appointments for both of the boys, the hubster was getting ready to go to work and need all of his laundry clean, I had Rowdy's swim lessons twice a week, we just got back from an overnighter and I had the young men in the ward over for a cooking activity, and now that I think of it it may have been two weeks ago. But, what I'm getting at is that sometimes when you're a mom you and your priorities take the back seat.
This was one of those weeks. I shower every day and when we swim I shower after lessons in the locker room. And I don't shave in those showers because we are always just in a hurry and so we just shower to get clean.
I'm not sure how it happened but when Saturday morning I pulled off my top and got ready to get in the shower and Oh My Hell! I looked so beyond french. I was embarrassed for myself. My pits were so longs. YUCK!
I showered.
I shaved.
I got out and asked the hubster why on earth he didn't tell me about my pits joining the french revolution. He had some lame answer like "it didn't bother me, I like you whatever way you come."
I can assure you I have been paranoid about my pits ever since.
GROSS!








