To escape the summer heat we headed to Vernonia, OR and it's beautiful little rivers. When my 12 y/o jumped into the water I realized that chlorine had taken it's toll on her suit and hoped that it wasn't as noticible to others floating by on their rafts.
This situation reminded me of my own bathing suit saga from a few years ago...
"The Rear View"
The temperatures are soaring, Rob is out of town, and my girls and I need a break. So I decide to put together our swim bags to go to a huge swim park. My girls are so excited and I'm glad I have the energy to do this.
We have a fine, long, drive. I get a great parking spot. We smile and hold hands skipping to our fun afternoon.
We get one of the Family changing room's (which is a major coo in itself) and my oldest gets all set as fast as she can then asks if she can meet us by the pool. "Sure”, I say. “Don't get in without me", the usual rules.
While my youngest is still trying to put herself together I look in the mirror and notice that my exercises are starting to work. The thighs aren't so bad right now. Let's see the back-side.
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. Turns out they don't sell swimsuits but they will sell me a nice pair of goggles with pink dolphins.
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 youngest to stand directly and closely behind me upon entering and leaving the water. 'Promise me Lily!!! Promise!!!' "Yup. O.K. Mommy. Let's go on the water slide!" And off she goes.
Oh my... There's a long line and a tall stair-case. Why me?
I'm never going back to that swim park again. I'm sure they'll thank me.