Friday, June 15, 2007
It Feels Like What?!
For as long as I can remember, I've slept in T-shirts. Big, soft, shapeless T-shirts. Souvenirs from races and conferences and friend's 40th birthday parties. Practical and comfortable, but not very feminine.
After the revelations this week that my children can't distinguish a dress from a bathing suit, I've decided to try to reconnect with my feminine side. (I know, I know--that's usually reserved for guys, but I think I may be in need of some remedial work here.)
Last night I located some of my lingerie in a bottom drawer where it's been living in a witness protection program since shortly after our honeymoon.
(I don't mean to suggest here that anything criminal happened on our honeymoon--only that the lingerie seems to have been in serious hiding ever since.)
I must say, the silky pink nightgown actually made me feel a little girlie for a change.
This morning, Max was out of his bed before I was out of mine. He came into my room, where it was immediately apparent to him that I was not encased in a T-shirt. He slowly caressed the slippery satin.
"Mommy, why are you wearing this?"
"Well, I think it feels good. So I like wearing it."
"Hmmmmmmmmmm."
Max evidently agreed.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he rhaposized. "It feels like shampoo."
After the revelations this week that my children can't distinguish a dress from a bathing suit, I've decided to try to reconnect with my feminine side. (I know, I know--that's usually reserved for guys, but I think I may be in need of some remedial work here.)
Last night I located some of my lingerie in a bottom drawer where it's been living in a witness protection program since shortly after our honeymoon.
(I don't mean to suggest here that anything criminal happened on our honeymoon--only that the lingerie seems to have been in serious hiding ever since.)
I must say, the silky pink nightgown actually made me feel a little girlie for a change.
This morning, Max was out of his bed before I was out of mine. He came into my room, where it was immediately apparent to him that I was not encased in a T-shirt. He slowly caressed the slippery satin.
"Mommy, why are you wearing this?"
"Well, I think it feels good. So I like wearing it."
"Hmmmmmmmmmm."
Max evidently agreed.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he rhaposized. "It feels like shampoo."
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I'm so glad you are writing again. Love Mom
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