Husband is out of town. We miss him very much. So I decide to take my girls someplace fun.
I put together our swim bag and go to a huge swim park. They are so happy and I'm glad that I have the energy to do this.
So we have a fine drive there. Get a great parking spot. Smile and hold hands skipping to our fun afternoon.
We're in the changing room (we found a Family Changing Room. What luck!) and my oldest has everything all set and asks if she can met us by the pool. "Sure. Don't get in without me", etc.
While my youngest is still trying to put herself together I'm looking in the mirror noticing that my exercises are starting to work. The thighs aren't so bad right now. Let's see the back-side.
Oh...My...God! As in God Help Me!!!
The back half of my swimming suit has been eaten away by chlorine of summers past.
I'm all there for the world to see.
I wrap a towel around myself and walk to the main desk to see if they sell swimsuits. Name your price. I don't care.
My youngest is ready to go. My oldest is waving at me from the side of the pool. And there I am. In my invisible swimsuit.
I made a deal with my young one to stand directly and closely behind me upon entering and leaving the water. "Promise me Lily!!! Promise!!!" "Yup. O.K. Let's go on the water slide!"
Oh my... There's a long line and a tall stair-case. Why? Why me?
I've learned a lesson from this.
I'm never going back to that swim park again. I'm sure they'll thank me.