I was at the YMCA pool with Jacob.
It wasn't until I had my tank top cover up layer folded next to my towel
and my shorts cover up layer off and bunched up in my hand
that I remembered The Great Original Plan.
I glanced down at my black tankini top and the bright blue fabric of the other piece below.
I had forgotten that the shorts weren't a cover up layer today.
I had just slipped them on, like I do sometimes,
over my regular underwear instead of wearing a for-real swimsuit set.
I wondered if I made hastily returning a garment to its original location
look like something natural to do just prior to swimming with your kid.
take it off. put it back on. swim.
doesn't everyone do it that way? ;)
I'm telling you, standing next to a public pool in your underwear
with other people around is far more emotionally traumatizing
than the most ill fitting swim suit.
I would know.
I also know that the sometimes the only redemption and dignity
with the dumb things I do
is to laugh at myself.
And better than that?
Laughing at myself with a friend.