I need to get this
off my chest. It's shameful, embarrassing and yet I feel the need to
share it with someone. Perhaps I need some sort of validation that I'm not crazy
or alone. Ok, here it goes. Sometimes I
wear bathing suit bottoms as underwear because I don't have any clean laundry. Sadly I am a 31 year old, mother of two,
working at an Ivy League institution and at times I wear bikini bottoms under
my clothing. What is wrong with me?!
As I'm confessing
this, I wonder at what point in my life, if at any, will I reach a point where I
don't do things like this. I would have thought that I’d have outgrown this
type of behavior by now. But, desperation sets in and it seems better
than going commando.
It's a miracle I even
have bikini bottoms because there is no way in hell I would be caught dead in a
two- piece bathing suit (thank you very much stretch marks that could be mistook
for 3rd degree burns). But I
digress...
I guess the real
reason I bring this up is because lately I’ve been contemplating the true
measure of an adult. When do you leave behind certain adolescent/juvenile
behaviors and become a real grown up?
Growing up I had
notions of what being an adult and parent actually meant. Adults/parents are responsible, boring, even
tempered, clever, etc. They never swear, don't do drugs and seem to have
the answers to all of the world’s problems. At least that’s what I
thought. So it follows that I assumed that once I made that passage from childhood
to adulthood (for me I assumed it was when I became a parent), than I too would
miraculously become a stand up citizen who confidently charges through the
world balancing family life with career and enjoying an enriching and
RESPONSIBLE existence. Unfortunately, this didn't quite work out the way
I thought it was going to. Below
are five things that I thought would change once I became a adult and mother.
