Miss A’s sweet summer toes. This picture makes me happy because I still see little chubby baby feet, even though she’s 4.
It’s OK if the girls stay up until 10 because they’ll sleep in the next day.
I can’t wait to lay out and relax at the pool while the girls swim.
The spider veins on my thighs are completely indiscernable to anyone but me.
Tankinis are not the swimsuit version of mom jeans. Nay, they are sexay!
I totally look like that 29-year-old mom in the bikini if I suck in my stomach…totally!
Popsicles are acceptable before 11 a.m. but not before 10 unless they are fruit flavored.
Ice cream is helping me fulfill my daily calcium requirements.
The girls need one more pair of cute flip flops.
Miss C is getting all the summer enrichment she needs from watching Sponge Bob and hanging out with my 76-year-old dad when he buys lottery tickets at the convenient mart.
Chasing after Miss A in the pool burns as many calories as water aerobics.
But the one that really hurts? I don’t mind being a working mom in the summer. The reality is I often daydream of being home with them in the summer and just hanging out, going to the pool, and having lazy unscheduled days. That is, until they start arguing. Then I’m kind of OK with the peace and quiet of my office four days a week.