Did I forget to mention we are heading south for a long weekend-get-away? Yeah, we are braving a short plane trip with the child to relax in the sun and sea – which means there will be swimsuits worn. This realization hit me pretty hard last night as I began to pack up our big overstuffed bag.
I will be wearing a swimsuit.
It’s the beginning of February and I’ll be prancing about along the beach in a swimsuit – and one that I let the husband talk me into buying last year. A two piece swimsuit.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
So, last night while I was standing in front of the mirror with the horrid thing on, I wondered if I had enough time to make a run to anywhere that sells swimsuits (in February) to purchase one that covers my entire body, or if I should just swim in long paints and a t-shirt or something.
Then, the fact sunk in that I will be leaving tomorrow for a VACATION. You know, that thing where you are supposed to relax, not worry about anything, have FUN – things that are a bit foreign to me lately.
I shoved that swimsuit in my suitcase and got over myself real fast. It’s not like I’m going to see any of these people ever again, right?
Bring it, beach.