A three day weekend. Nothing to do but be lazy. Don't even need to get dressed if I don't want to. I was soooo looking forward to that. And then...the Teenager ruined it.
We've had a long standing agreement, he and I. He would warn me if he had friends walking in the door, and I'd make sure I was wearing a bra when they did. After all, I'm just a little too endowed, and gravity has taken too cruel of a toll, for me to run around in front of teenage boys with no bra on. I don't recall if it was started at his suggestion or mine, but it has worked very well for us. No embarrassment for anyone.
So here I sat, being lazy, and I hear him holler at me..."Mom! Put a bra on!"
Damn. Friends are coming over.
I know that at one point, what I wanted most out of being a mom was having the house everyone loved to come to. I wanted all of their friends to be so comfortable with me that they'd all call me "Mom" and just walk in my front door. And they do.
It is possible, though, that I didn't think this through very well. I didn't take into account that I would really, really, really want to spend a full few days with no restricting underclothes on.
Having daughters might have been easier, since I wouldn't have to worry so much about boobs and how they'd be worried about, but it would have been nowhere near as entertaining as having sons.
5 comments:
I guess you are right, Mama. At that age the hormones are doing the tracking and the oddest glimpses are enough to get the ball rolling...
And I guess that would be a hassle... relax and chill and the alarm goes off and you have to get back into uniform!
CRAP! We have the house that all the kids want to go to. Why didn't you warn me last summer before that all started? I'm doooooomed to life with a bra!
haha - I'm cracking up - and more than a little grateful for my relative lack of endowment. My teenaged boys would DIE of embarrassment just having a conversation about bras.
Oh my GOSH now I remember why I like you so much!! You and me? Kindred Spirits. Same issue at my house, so after a few forgotten warnings from my boys, I finally figured out that I can pretty much never take the bra off until they go to bed. Oh well. BTW - you are back on my blogroll. I lost a bunch of people when I switched templates and lost some widgets, it's been awhile since I did some blog maintenance.
No, girls care, too. I get the "are you wearing THAT" statement a lot from the girl. The boys? They dont' care. So not only do I have to wear a bra, but I have to look decent and style the hair.
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