The latest adventure in my little black book is quite fun, but a little humiliating. I don’t mind the humiliation; one might say I embrace it. I just don’t ever really feel the tinges of it unless my weight is being made an issue, or my age, but in this case it was just a dumb act. A dumb act my husband made me do which made me embrace the humiliation and do my “duty”.
I was down in the great state of FL for my sisters’ kid being born. Everything went well and I was staying an extra few weeks to help her. This was her first kid so she was clueless and panicky and it was cute. Anyway, when I had left home to come, I had only been able to grab my pre-planned bag, which didn’t include much. I had a few pairs of leggings, a few pairs of shorts, and only trainers for footware. These clothes got cycled fast and I really didn’t want to go shopping. I just didn’t have time with taking care of the baby.